Idiot groups with no shape or form

Out of their heads on a quid of blow

The shapeless kecks* flapping up a storm

Look at what they are: a pack of worms







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The nylon leaves are falling

From the twisted shell of your cranium

Your mystic jump suits cannot hide

Your competitive plagiarism







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Freddie and the Dreamers, come on up

Hey you imitators, come on up

Hey little singer, come on up

Show us your house and

Show us your cock

The working class has been shafted

So what the fuck you sneering at?

Your prerogative in life it seems

Is living out an ad man's dream







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California has Disneyland

And Blackpool has a Funland

And Flanders had no man's land

This place idiot show bands







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And now microcosms come and go

And it's amazing what they show

Your sportsmen's tears are laudanum

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The locusts are all queuing in

For Idiot Joy Showland

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