7 November 2012
Totally painted in silver With pigeons all over his head Wearing silver clothes Perhaps he's dead Fred
Normally you see a singer Or a musician to make you sway But we've got Mr Metallic And his scabby pigeons today
What's his special talent For me to leave a dime Standing there covered in shit It's a waste of time
Give me a man with a guitar To ease the hours away Or even a magician With their special disappearing way
I'm all for buskers And those with a gift of song But not silver Fred And his flying rats, its wrong
Mr Metallic • Opuss № I