While Kurt kicked on his moped,
slings me his colored draws
Painting hung behind me is
By a man who plays his guitar
In the washroom while his typist collects
percentages from the moon
It's an ordinary diary extract
Of the murderous companion and his wife
He's a film scriptor himself
His mo m will tell you why
He blew his mind on Churchill
Just before the age of five
And the school looked so much better
While he gunned the fifth year, poof
He profiteered on the nearest mead
By selling most of himself
And he'll probably unbutton what
He'll show you inside information
plus the green upon his thigh
It's the phone number of someone
who said he'd be prepared to die
If the man would give him
And the waiter says, "The cavalry is nice"
His life is celebration and
Both his eyes were made by Disney
and sex of his fortune chair
Is determined by the comments
So be sure to take a candle and be
prepared to lock the door
Although the sergeants on patrol
outside his lavatory hall
His father says it's likely to be fun,
They've installed electric
So if you've got the time to spare
Be bold and as gay as you can be
An d race him to the poster stuck
Where a face that you might know
stares out across a bloody ground
"A false beard and a raincoat have been found"
