Midday Crisis - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

When I saw his face and I was a believer

It was the automatic rifles

The Nintendos and the Segas

And the half a dozen dead disciples

He claimed to be the son of God

But like many a fruitcake before him

Maybe he really was

And meanwhile a black Maria

Leaves the hallowed halls of justice

Under a hail of phlegm and fire

From the assembled vigil-aunties and uncles

Hot Dogs !

Ices !

Mid day crisis !

Ippa dippa dation no operation

Too many people at the station

Me rest of life’s fall-out patients

Who wake up every morning smiling

Stretching, yawning, breakfast-timing

Cut in slices, toasted brown

When the mid day crisis comes around

And no, I don’t want to see your leaflets

I lost my faith with my taste for sausages and

Hot dogs !

Ices !

Mid day crisis !