23 June 2012
Spaghetti in my ear, tinfoil upon my head, To stop voices and the rays from the planet Zed
Nobody understands me they say I'm paranoid Just because I rant a bit and have a singing hemroid.
I appear to slag off people and be rather rude Pardon me cos it isn't me - it's my interplanetary food.
Doolayay; bonkers, loopy and a little mad, Lonely island, please have pity, I'm really rather sad.
Zoomer • Opuss № I