Sitting in a corner of my home,
staring at the bottom of my sole,
wondering why i bought these damn, crappy shoes!

Jigalos love the night! The Baboon is here again!
He's sick and off his head!
he's not standing!
but still demanding!

He has no fame,
just tonnes and tonnes of alcohol!
it makes him insane
to crow!

Running away from goodall!
he's shouting something about cornfields and locusts!
The pie is his own!
Now he feels as if he's dead, ohh my!
trying to recussetate him, but we're having no success!
Someone's at the door! could it be the paramedic?
Can this be true? It's not as if he's bending!
makes him insane
to crow!

She should not mock my oven door!
(get away, get away, get away!)
Baboon is in my eye!
and it's blinding me!
my eyes is sore!
see the change in colour fast!
(get away, get away, get away!)
i thought we gave up our fruit bat!
BABOON!

Screaming across the hay!
"something has caught up with me!"
Doesn't run away...
I'm not a man if i don't eat tonight!
Things in my ears are dramatic! I cannot hear anymore!
my eyes are still sore... HE WILL PAY FOR THIS!
Look on the floor, it seems to be offending!
rest on my door, again!

She should not mock my oven door!
(get away, get away, get away!)
Baboon is in my eye!
and it's blinding me!
my eye is sore!
see the change in colour fast!
(get away, get away, get away!)
i thought we gave up our fruit bat!

(woo wierd glamrock punk style electicness instrumental verse! sounds like a guitar fight...)

She should not mock my oven door!
(get away, get away, get away!)
Baboon is in my eye!
and it's blinding me!
my eye is sore!
see the change in colour fast!
(get away, get away, get away!)
i thought we gave up our fruit bat!
Nah, man!

She should not mock my oven door!
(get away, get away, get away!)
Baboon is in my eye!
and it's blinding me!
my eye is sore!
woah, oh woah!
i thought we gave up our fruit bat!