I used to think it black while at my country seat 

Now I'm peaking in so many ways

the gloom is in retreat

Yes the dark epoch is over I've found my efeblum

Then passed Ernst's mausoleum defended by a rook

Who shot a look so virulent it pierced me like a hook

The palaver of Solipsists exploding in my skull



Yeah and we both despise all of the academic swine 

Who made the author of "Discus Ulysses" benign



So what if Wednesday finds us

wearing rabies parachutes

Foaming like the melodies of sea foam fairy flutes

The atmosphere is viscous we're sticking to the brine



When the lanterns fill with finches

so begins the brawl

Cause their brains are like porcupines

and mine's a paper ball

I know they don't understand they don't get us at all

Their moss mangles polyanthus

and mine's a paper ball