Verse 1)
The future of laces in illegal factories,
indorsed by a man who had no fantasies.
They couldn’t book him up no yellow nor a red.
The nation depended on his smoothy, shaved legs.
Verse 2)
The rotor broke off and killed that shaggy man.
who saved all their souls a celebrated Zimmerman.
The red-faced creature on every mornings show
never tells the bobbies what he already knows.
Verse 3)
Those desperate souls out there in the pink wooden boat
will glue themselves to the asphalt, he already knows.
Next to the fox hole lays a red Leicester ploughman.
causing deep beef between Delhi and Macca
Verse 4)
Here I am sat comfy munching on a knuckle
Wasting my time with the half-trues that’s factual.
Where do they stand? I don’t give a dam
because my monster lobster had plenty of eggs.
Chorus
Shimmer down into the dizzying light.
A vivid picture of us and them in the past.
Rub it down gently, nicely, and slow.
They think of you always, but only when you’re low.
Verse 5)
In a world which once had been claimed so great
we live in the middle of an apocalyptical disgrace.
Politically corrupt, just like my dentist
changing prime Ministers like my girl swaps her panties.
Verse 6)
My boy has just turned literally six
pictures himself in a long stretched limousine.
He wants to change his name and live in a mansion,
I hope he needs a janitor. I’m well up for some action.
Verse 7)
What a world we live in. Tales of body paint.
while boom-fill man zooms in on white Japanese
As I listen and wonder, what the hell is going on,
the drunken decorator knocks on my window to turn off that noise.
Chorus
Shimmer down into the dizzying light.
A vivid picture of us and them in the past.
Rub it down gently, nicely, and slow.
They think of you always, but only when you’re low.