Cut along the dotted line - slip in and seal the flap

Postal competition crazy

Though you wear the dunce's cap

Win a fortnight in Ibiza - line-up for the big hand-out

You'll never know unless you try -

What winning's all about - be a Quizz Kid



Six days later there's a rush telegram

Drop everything and telephone this number if you can

It's a free trip down to London for a weekend of high life

They'll wine you, dine you, underwine you -

Better not bring the wine - be a Quizz Kid

be a Whizz Kid



It's a try out for a quizz show that millions watch each week

Following the fate and fortunes of contestants as they speak

Answerable to everyone, responsible to all, publicly dissected

Brain sells spattered on the walls of encyclopaedic knowledge

May be barbaric but it's fun

As the clock ticks away a lifetime

Hold your head up to the gun

Of a million cathode ray tubes aimed at your tiny skull



May you find sweet inspiration -

May your memory not be dull

May you rise to dizzy success

May your wit be quick and strong

May you constantly amaze us

May your answers not be wrong

May your head be on your shoulders

May your tongue be in your cheek

And most of all we pray that you may come back next week !

Be a Quizz Kid

Be a Whizz Kid



* Crazed Institution



Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull

Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul

You can wear a gold Piaget on your Semaphore wrist

You can dance the old adage with a new dapper twist



And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium

Live and die upon your cross of platinum

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you think you really are ...



Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh

As your agent scores another front page photograph

Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo

Awaiting someone else to pull the chain



Well grab the old bog-handle, hold your breath and light a candle

Clear your throat and pray for rain to irrigate the corridors

That echo in your brain filled with emopty nothingness,

empty hunger pains



And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium

Live and die upon your cross of platinum

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you know you really are ...



* Salanander



Salamander - born in the sun - kissed flame

Who was it lit your candle - branded you with your name ?

I see you walking by my window in your Kensington haze

Salamander, burn for me and I'll burn for you.



* Taxi Grab



Shake a led; it's a big ruch, can't find a taxi, can't find a bus

Bodies jammed in the Underground

Evacuating London town

Nowhere to put your feet as the big store shoppers

Red lights - and the pavements meet

pin stripes - short step shuffle into the night

Tea time calls - the Bingo Halls open at 7 in the old front stalls



How about a Taxi Grab

There's an empty cab by the taxi stand

Driver's in the cafe washing his hands

Big diesel idles - the keys inside

C'mon Sally let's take a ride

Flag down - uptown - no sweat

For rush-hour travel, it's the best bet yet. Taxi Grab