In the street, they're digging holes and in the sinks They're swilling coal-tar, baby. Feathers stuck on Poles. They're waiting for the gas man (Goo-goo- Ga-chew!) Tube train claims its fifteenth victim of an Average week. He tripped. A family man with no Ambition, meek as plastic tulips. He made it to page 53, they wrapped him round a fish and threw him In the stew (Goo-goo-ga-chew.) Tuesday, it rained Glue balls; Wednesday morning was the smog. They moved in on the West Side--rubber masks On. They torched the whole damn lot. The people Died; they fenced it off. But still te peepos watch From the top floor of the Euro Tower. Round and Round, 12 hours. Fountains. Fillet steak, a waiter with A bow-tie. Press it, squeeze it, and it spits. Oh Cologne! We smell OK, the O-Zone's safe, we Keep things underground. The sound we hear is Sweet soul music to the tannoy. Chew your gum and Close your eyes and nothing can annoy you.