I Want to Tell You About What I Want - Robyn Hitchcock

You think I’m a thug?

I hear you thinking I’m a thug

Sentimental like a thug

Well I lack the physique but yes sir, it’s a brutal try

We dive for pearls

In the drain

And hold dying competitions

Who can squirt blood furthest

Into the mouths of our cannibal overlords?

I want to tell you about what I want

I want to tell you about what I want

You think I’m ungenerous?

Really?

In what way?

The more you give someone the more they want from you

Rubbishing people is fun, it’s second to none in the joy that it brings to the

self-righteous mind

Awooo!

That’s my head on a string baby

I want to tell you about what I want

I want to tell you about what I want

I want world peace

Gentle socialismo, no machismo

And the only god should be the god of L.O.V.E

I want a non-invasive kind of telepathy

That lets you feel what it’s like to be somebody else

Feel what it’s like to be somebody else

I want to tell you about what I want

I want to tell you about what I want

We’re replacing ourselves with artificial thought

(boop boop b’doo)

And that could be our legacy

Before the feline dynasty

Scampers over history

Skiddly bop skiddly bop skiddly bop

And the machines

Count up to heaven

But 8 billion zeroes

Is still zero

If you’ve got no heart

I want to tell you about what I want

I want to tell you about what I want

I want to tell you about what I want

I want to tell you about what I want

I want to tell you about what I want

I want to tell you about what I want

What I want

What I want

(what I want)

(what I want)