Darkness has covered the Opera house
Something is wrong, you can feel
There's a devil in disguise
A traitor has taken the dais
Catalogue people spend a pitying gaze
What can a man do in such a case?
Aristocratic experta of art vomit all over the place

And they wish I'd be doomed eternally!

Forever french-frying
You'd love to see me dying
Who's let the peacock in
To rock the house, rock the house? oh
You want me french-fried and
You'd love to see me fired 
Then killed Judas in the Opera house, Opera house, oh

Huntsmen are rushing around after the peacock
Who know the baton is pink and it's clear:he is a queer
He likes it into his rear
Rumors arise he is from outerspace
They're out for the bounty and still they're amazed
Aristocratic lemmings with a Highsnobiety leer

Get the chef to make peacock fillet steak!

Forever french-frying
You'd love to see me dying
Who's let the peacock in
To rock the house, rock the house? oh
You want me french-fried and
You'd love to see me fired 
Then killed Judas in the Opera house, Opera house, oh

We came from a solar system far away (facing your goggle eyes)
To protect this jolly bedlam from decay (facing your goggle eyes)
Who do you think you are to think you're off a better class?
Who do you think you are to expect us to kiss your ass?

We've come to chase the monkey off your back (facing your goggle eyes)
And we're expected some may sound an attack (facing your goggle eyes)
Who do you think you are to think you're of a higher class?
Who do you think you are to expect us to kiss your ass?

We're gonna be taking a chance, taking the chance
To get you darting a glance, darting a glance
At us starting to prance, starting the dance
Of the oddballs

And you're invited

Taking the chance, taking the chance
To get you darting a glance, darting a glance
At us starting to prance, starting to dance
Of the oddballs

Frankenstein is out of control
Donkey has been given a soul
Flamboyantly he's playing his song
And they can't get it

The nuthead he is going insane
The screwball is igniting the flame
Pandora's box has opened behold
Madness rising

You say treason but I tell you
There ain't no reason
We just have our share
We don't care as long as we're alive
Love our sound and like to hear:

Where's the chef today to make Judas-fillet-steak

Forever french-frying
You'd love to see me dying
Who's let the peacock in
To rock the house, rock the house? oh
You want me french-fried and
You'd love to see me fired 
Then killed Judas in the Opera house, Opera house, oh