Everyone in this city looks tired
There's a policeman in white gloves
A whistle clamped tight between his lips
He's not afraid to use it
He is flapping in my direction
I give him an apologetic grimace
For the many crimes I have
Apparently committed and speed off
Through a crowd of tired tokyoites

I said I'd ring
I never did
I hope you don't remember it

You said you'd come, but
You weren't there
Washing someone else's hair

They said they'd wait, but
They were gone
What a ****** carry on

He said that's it
I've had enough, but
He was only acting tough

She seemed to say nothing at all
In saying that
She said it all

Pale seals stare at numb hands
Unsure what they’re for
They clap and claw and clasp at the shore

Then they’re heading back out again
Out of their frozen minds
Soles slapping across the shingle of time

Till the wild sea spews them out
Sick of their bobble hatted taste
Then another wave of pale seals wade out to take their place

Bert likes chewing on ***** old socks
The lady is a supertramp
She plays a guitar made of sticky tin cans
With a wheely bin for an amp

Bert smears custard across her cheeks
Then lets wail her battle cry
She ducks and dives from the dreaded flannel
Makes it clear she won’t comply

Bert hurls her broccoli
Like a vegetable javelin
At first we sigh and shake our heads
But in the end we all join in

The country is a vicious dog
So feed it what it wants
De Pfeffel looks on gleefully
The mongrel slobbers as it chomps

The mutts were not to know
As they proudly wolfed It down
The chocolate lies now sickly
The dog has been put down