Staple my soul to a red hot iron Cold and spicy like a tasty bhajee Pour on the soil, grow a turnip And hit the beach Yahoo I’m gone Look to the left, look to the right I perspire and eat the cocaine on toast Plenty of butter Dripping Down my leg and over my severed toe Blood drips from the open wound I sink my tongue in and lick the maw Rotted cucumber like squishing flesh Darling I do believe your arm has fallen off What nonsense of course I set a course for Muruatoa atoll Khomenii is still floating threats forcing Some to hide Silly old fart