The Soul Needs Attention Like The Body

He Thinks He Is A Flower To Be Looked At And When He Pulls His Frilly Nylon Pants Right Up Tight He Feels A Dedicated Follower Of Fashion. When A Waiter At Buckingham Palace Spilled Soup On Her Dress: Never Darken My Dior Again!

You Make Alterations, Affecting Your Pose, A New House, A New Car, A New Job, A New Nose.

Paranoia, The Destroyer.

I Don't Wanna Die In A Nuclear War, I Want To Sail Away To A Distant Shore, And Make Like An Apeman.

Long Ago Life Was Clean, Sex Was Bad And Obscene, And The Rich Were So Mean. Stately Homes For The Lords, Croquet Lawns, Village Greens, Victoria Was My Queen.