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