When the ****'s
not the sound from a dinner gong
where
did I go wrong?

kitsch on a ketch in Marrakech
fetch me a spyglass
pass me the chain
let's hear the sound from the
dinner gong
again.

There's a fissure
the missionary's fishing for me
I fall where all the fallen go
don't know where that is
but
I'm going to find out.

Not well today
so
blaming it on decimalisation
the falling pound
(must be where the fallen go)
the state of the nation
David Cameron
anything else I can get
my hands on
even
Lonnie Donegan,
well
skiffle rhymes with sniffle.

and vanishing cream does not do the trick
doesn't advertising
make you sick?
I never once bounced with health
after eating that dog food I
bought off the shelf.

Everything's different
nothing's the same
no ****** bongs
electronic gongs
microwaved meals
it all feels so
wrong.