Lyrics
I call this one, "Disappearing tongue"
Some nights it's off, some nights, on
When it goes with a twist, it comes off
Put it in a vase and pass it on
Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane
Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane
Sitting vacant on plough lane
Sitting vacant
Sitting lame
Sitting on plough lane
Sitting vacant
Sitting lame
Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane
Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane
Yeah, sure, I'll leave the house
But first let me lose a few more pounds
If only I could be three-stone, 20 pound, oh
Are ten kilograms enough?
PVC drips across the street
And everybody clamours upon their knees
But I have no interest, I am indifferent
I do not care, I have no interest
Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane
Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane
Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane
Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane
