I am he who is X Y and Zee

I carry no card my life is cheap

Have no worries I do not fret

Some may have what I'm yet to get

And you may wonder, "Is it how?"

A kitten may turn into a cow

With bells and horns and

Tinned corned beef

Forests, profits

Plastic High Streets

I am he who is A B and Cee

An easy option

Like twentieth century

Satisfaction guaranteed

It's easy!



Let's steal a spaceship and

Head for the sun and

Shoot the stars with

A lemonade ray gun

Make a movie and

A TV show

You be Jane

I'm George Jetson



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I am you! You are me!

X Y Zee to A B Cee

You, Me, Us

We are one



>From out our window

We can see

Electric sunshine

Oxygen factories

Clockwork tides

Synthetic trees

Just like the real ones

On Vee Tee

Mother Nature and Father Time

Used to be good friends of mine

But now we've put them

In a home

Filed them under "uses unknown"

"No Pop? No style!"

Is a phrase out of phase

To praise what's worthwhile

This is as good as it gets

this is the best



Let's catch the last rays

Of civilisation and tune-in to a

Sub-space station

Turn up the DJ

Let's get lost in intergalactic

Punk rock hip hop



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This is the time

The time of our lives

Escaping time

For the all time highs

Of love, lust, laughter

That make us sweat

Let's stimulate

Sensory amplification

This is PWEI-zation!

This is this

It's the living end

"Je t'aime! Encore! Je t'aime!"



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