Idiot Joy Showland

Idiot groups with no shape or form Out of their heads on a quid of blow The shapeless kecks* flapping up a storm Look at what they are: a pack of worms Idiot Joy Showland The nylon leaves are falling From the twisted shell of your cranium Your mystic jump suits cannot hide Your competitive plagiarism Idiot Joy Showland Freddie and the Dreamers, come on up Hey you imitators, come on up Hey little singer, come on up Show us your house and Show us your cock The working class has been shafted So what the fuck you sneering at? Your prerogative in life it seems Is living out an ad man's dream Idiot Joy Showland California has Disneyland And Blackpool has a Funland And Flanders had no man's land This place idiot show bands Idiot Joy Showland And now microcosms come and go And it's amazing what they show Your sportsmen's tears are laudanum Idiot Joy Showland The locusts are all queuing in For Idiot Joy Showland Idiot Joy