Let me tell you what it's all about. Walking round with your talent hanging
Out. I'm feeling ragged as a scrubber's tights. Must have had too much to
Paint last night's routine.
Art school canteen. Art school canteen.
Art school canteen.
Come in late and go home earlier. One day a week or maybe less. So I lied
About the funeral.
I was really playing chess, but I was seen.
By the coffee machine.
Art school canteen.
I'd cut my ear off to spite my face. But it's been done. No, maybe that's
Too weird. I'd better sketch it out on Kodatrace. And redesign my beard.
Does getting into Zappa. Mean getting out of Zen. Sex has reared it's ugly
Head at last. But it didn't look ugly then. Begin the Beguine.
Art school canteen. Art school canteen.
