Petty-Bourgeois - Wigwam

Oh what a commotion, bodies in the street

Snipers in the yard, Jiminy cricket

Everyone’s at large bucket and a spade

Baling

Oh what a commotion, bruisers on the beat

Policemen on the prowl, stickety wicket

Oh what a drag, everyone’s at sea

Whaling

Give us a hint or a clue

Where do we start from

And where do we go to

Give us a light in the cold

Merlin our fortune be told

Sentimental memories won’t do

In nineteen eighty two

When we will crawl like lice

Beneath a blade of hate

(Not nice)

And you my friend will feel like in a zoo

Hey monkey, is it true?

And I won’t know, not I

'Cause you’ll be me, uh, uh, and I’ll be you

Buh, buh, uhup, bu, hup

Talkin' 'bout disaster

'Cauliflower, turnip peels

Rotten eggs and spew

Old tin cans and bottle tops

And cabbage, plastic glue

Poka mola soft soapola choca rocka stew

Mix’em up and melt them down

So there’s your little clue, look out

Sunny disaster, sunny disaster

Disaster can be fun

If you give up lettuce

Give up smell touch

Sunday lunch

Disaster can be nice

If you give up breathing

Give up hope, T. V

And the radio

Disaster can be very nice

If you simply live like lice

Disaster can be very nice

(Sunny disaster)