I rove the moving scenery
Say, isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over there
I sweat the foul terrain
When mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler
Even a struggling monza
And the glass-eye snapper hawking papers, I can certainly live without
They seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue
And over there that brilliant head ornament on that Japanese macaque
Siren, skate, starling, sun-gazer, spoonbill, and suckers
Look at that bush baby, mud puppy, noolbenger
Random animal parts now playing nightly, right here in Neurotica
The howler's resonating repertoire is not too bad
All-night hippo in the diner crossing the street
I have no more to say
Swarthy herds of young impala flambastic gibbon
Arrive in Neurotica through neon heat disease
And who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand?
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
I swear at the swarming herds
I have no fin, no wing, no stinger
Rhinoderma, marmoset, spring peeper, shingleback skink
Also be cautious of the poisonous, boomslang laughter
Social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish
But the impatient taxi blare, the squawking elderly ibis
I swear at the swarming heards
No claw, no camouflage
Evidently he's getting a good reply
It's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet
Arrive in Neurotica through neon heat disease
I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels
But look closely at the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill
The stench and the noise, yes, yes
