Zengem Roy Harper

You can see the crazy little dog sniffing all the wet trees
Following the noisy little boys sneaking down the High Street
Flashing past the grotty betting shops - everybody losing
Kilburn still burn
Baby's hanging off his mummy's stocking tops
Groping round her knickers with his lollypops
Lemon drops - sleepy cops

The church across the street has a bell and a Quasimodo
You can hear them swing together now every Sunday mono
But I'm trying to get some kip and I just don't want to know-wo
Get the hell off that bell!
Don't you think I deserve a little peace?
If I was making all that row would you be pleased?
Pain relieved or brain diseased?

What a very strange society everybody lives in
Swapping bits of paper for the difficulties of living
How much for a beautiful body?
How much for a bean tin?
And how much for meaning?
Well I'm afraid you've kicked me in the mental crutch
Sawn my little brain out with your hawthorn bush
Nothing much... but what a touch
Oh deary, deary me