Apartman

Gathered upstairs pouring drinks Think of dirty ugly things When they all came to a party We sit and think of Paul McCarthy Gathered upstairs motley crowd Smiling, laughing, talking loud well We thought they were the cream Of an endless boring scene All around the filthy dish Having doubtful pinky wish We all stand and shout at them Fear me! I am Apartman! Gathered upstairs pouring drinks Think of dirty ugly things When they all came to a party I, Apartman, behave naughty!