Good morning
It's 3 a.m. in this great roaring city full of garbage eaters
Ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window
I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels
All-night hippo in the diner crossing the street
Swarthy herds of young impala
Flambastic gibbon, even a struggling monza
And over there that brilliant head ornament on that Japanese macaque
But look closely at the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill
It's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet
The stench and the noise, yes, yes
The howlers resonating repertoire is not too bad
When mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler
But the impatient taxi blare
The squawking elderly ibis and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers
I can certainly live without
Also be cautious of the poisonous boomslang laughter
Social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish
And who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand?
Evidently he's getting a good reply
Arrive in Neurotica
Through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming herds
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
Arrive in Neurotica
Through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming herds
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
I have no fin
No wing, no stinger
No claw, no camouflage
I have no more to say
Isn't that an elephant-fish on the corner over there?
Look at that bush baby
Mud puppy, noolbenger, rhinoderma, marmoset, spring peeper
Shingle back skunk, siren skate, starling star-gazer, spoonbill and suckers
They seem to be everywhere
Well, it's a live revue
Random animal parts now playing nightly right here in Neurotica
So long
