(G.Kooymans/B.Hay/E.H.Roelfzema)
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 a craze
Are somehow hell bent,
Yet always content
With fortune's spent
On desperately tryin' to be different
w**** the weasel said to Sammy the snitch
Let's go to the dogs and bet on that b****
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 lots a 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 wolf whistles, sounded just like laughter
A question to raise,
Why people these days
Like slaves to a craze
Are somehow hell bent,
Yet always content
With fortune's spent
On desperately tryin' to be different
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 a craze
Are somehow hell bent,
Yet always content
With fortune's spent
On desperately tryin' to be different
w**** the weasel said to Sammy the snitch
Let's go to the dogs and bet on that b****
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 lots a 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 wolf whistles, sounded just like laughter
A question to raise,
Why people these days
Like slaves to a craze
Are somehow hell bent,
Yet always content
With fortune's spent
On desperately tryin' to be different