My name is Mindhorn Bruno Mindhorn I swim backwards, forwards, sideways I'm in love with a woman, she's got no eyes. I found her drawing cows near Brugge. I don't know her name, I call her Mrs China. She were a coiffure but it ended in bloodshed Now she lives in a glass case in the town hall in Ghent And every three years on a tuesday I dust her. My old lady friend said that I was round the bend when she saw me hiding tins of glue. I said no I'm not I've simply got a soft spot for sticking people's faces to their shoes. I'm confused she said and went upstairs to bed