I stepped in vomit yesterday,
Along a lane in Temple bar.
I wondered who had left it there
And if they had to travel far.
And if the vomit travelled too
Or at least a part of it
From whatever city came
The visitor that made Dublin green.
Its time to put on make-up
Its time to tell some lies
Its time to con the public
On the Bertie Show tonight.
Its time to get amnesia,
Its time to take the p1ss,
Sylvio has nothing on this
Its the Bertie show tonight.
He’ll rob you while you’re sleeping,
And lie when you’re awake
He’ll be so bad you’ll think he’s good
Even though he’s on the take.
Its time to flip the finger
To all the common folk
Who care’s? They’ll re-elect you
On the Bertie Show Tonight
Get yer laughing gear around that, its a big shopping centre in Ballymena Haiy,
Marginally better off than some does not mean you’re happy.
Drink up son its time to go.
Play me a song about trees and workers
In a seedy Amsterdam bar.
St. Valentine probably
Wouldn’t be happy
With all the non-marital
Intercourse in his honour
Or the dirty cards
And rhymes that people exchange.
I kind of agree with that.
I don’t need an old
Guy who died in 2-6-9
To legitimise my lust.
I can be dirty
On any day of the year.
Sometimes Life can be cruel
So I write about it on my pencil box of dreams
And then it seems a little better
And then it doesn’t seem quite as bad.
I lie in a darkened bed-room
Trying not to let the stars burn my skin.
And then it feels a little bit colder
But I don’t really mind feeling cold.
I am practically alone light years from Earth
On a spaceship that looks like a house.
She is asleep, in hibernation
Awaiting our arrival on some far off world.
Maybe for a thousand years or more
She will lie in stasis never to awake
As I check upon all the instruments
Making sure that everything goes well.
Oh longest night,
That’s ever been,
Come to an end,
Let day dawn on our Eden.
Some unknown star
Rising on a planet blue
Breath life into
Humanity’s sarcophagus.
Its back, that Lizard of my childhood dreams
Eating mango chutney and dragonfly cream
At a drive in restaurant with roller-skate waitresses
Flicking its tongue back and forth as they pass.
It casts a glancing eye at a fast moving ass
What it is thinking of is a mystery to me
But thats the way dream Lizards are see
And I have no wish to change that no siree.
Mister once you’ve got your dream Lizard
You’ll never dream alone again
Be your dreams about fast women or
Back in your toddler days play pen.
So welcome that Lizard and don’t be afraid
And when it comes to tea make fly marmalade
With bits of wing, leg and orange peel
Served on spider sourdough toast.