Lizzy the lizard
Met an angry young snake
With forked-tongue grace
By the name of Jake:
A yellow eyed diamond back rattler
In the chill-out room
Of the ‘wildlife saloon’
She admired his skin,
Jake said it was fake
And Liz said: “who cares,
It don’t really matter!”
A question to raise,
Why people these days
Like slaves to the craze
Are somehow hell bent
Yet always content with fortune’s spent
On desperately tryin’ to be different
Willy the weasel said
To Sammy the snitch
Let’s go to the dogs
And bet on that bitch
The greyhound
That runs like a panther
They made a big score,
Went to the Hi-fashion store
They bought two suits of shark skin
Furs, ermine and mink
All decked out for the next chapter
Nancy the nympho
Yelled at Lola La Leech
“I need a permanent wave
with lotsa bleach
I wanna look like a cheap German dancer”
She could pass for a queen
In a second hand dream
Inside the gloom of the ‘wildlife saloon’
The wolfwhistles
Sounded just like laughter