Neurotica King Crimson

[Verse 1]
Good morning, it's 3am
In this great, roaring city full of garbage eaters
Ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window
I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels
All-night hippo in the diner crossing the street
Swarthy herds of young impala flambastic gibbon
Even a struggling monza
And over there, that brilliant head ornament
On that Japanese macaque
But look closely at the hammerhead
Hand in hand with the mandrill
It's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet

[Verse 2]
The stench and the noise, yes, yes
The howlers resonating repertoire is not too bad
When mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler
But the impatient taxi blare, the squawking elderly ibis
And the glass-eye snapper hawking papers
I can certainly live without
Also be cautious of the poisonous boomslang laughter
Social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish
And who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand?
Evidently, he's getting a good reply