Pudding Lush

Who wants pudding?
And who wants honey?
And who wants bananas and cream?

Who wants processions
With various obsessions?
Which God will remove if you scream

Nothing much has changed

My body's a-creakin'
My mind keeps awakin'
My feet are all dirty and grey
I live in my nightgown
From sun-up to sundown
I'm watching my sweet tooth decay

Nothing much has changed

Lines, spots
Join the dots
Colour in Barbie and Ken
Scab on your knee
Biscuits for tea
I live in my cupboard with friends, Ben