Lizzy The Lizard


Met An Angry Young Snake


With Forked-tongue Grace


By The Name Of Jake:


A Yellow Eyed Diamond Back Rattler


In The Chill-out Room


Of The ‘wildlife Saloon’


She Admired His Skin,


Jake Said It Was Fake


And Liz Said: “who Cares,


It Don’t Really Matter!”


A Question To Raise,


Why People These Days


Like Slaves To The Craze


Are Somehow Hell Bent


Yet Always Content With Fortune’s Spent


On Desperately Tryin’ To Be Different


Willy The Weasel Said


To Sammy The Snitch


Let’s Go To The Dogs


And Bet On That Bitch


The Greyhound


That Runs Like A Panther


They Made A Big Score,


Went To The Hi-fashion Store


They Bought Two Suits Of Shark Skin


Furs, Ermine And Mink


All Decked Out For The Next Chapter


Nancy The Nympho


Yelled At Lola La Leech


“I Need A Permanent Wave


With Lotsa Bleach


I Wanna Look Like A Cheap German Dancer”


She Could Pass For A Queen


In A Second Hand Dream


Inside The Gloom Of The ‘wildlife Saloon’


The Wolfwhistles


Sounded Just Like Laughter