From the Album:

* Paradise in distress



Lizzy the lizard

Met an angry young snake

With forked-tongue grace

By the name of Jake:

A yellow eyed diamond back rattler

In the chill-out room

Of the ‘wildlife saloon'

She admired his skin,

Jake said it was fake

And Liz said: “who cares,

It don't really matter!”

A question to raise,

Why people these days

Like slaves to the craze

Are somehow hell bent

Yet always content with fortune's spent

On desperately tryin' to be different

Willy the weasel said

To Sammy the snitch

Let's go to the dogs

And bet on that bitch

The greyhound

That runs like a panther

They made a big score,

Went to the Hi-fashion store

They bought two suits of shark skin

Furs, ermine and mink

All decked out for the next chapter

Nancy the nympho

Yelled at Lola La Leech

“I need a permanent wave

with lotsa bleach

I wanna look like a cheap German dancer”

She could pass for a queen

In a second hand dream

Inside the gloom of the ‘wildlife saloon'

The wolfwhistles

Sounded just like laughter