Lyrics
I could be like a snowflake
fallen all the way from heaven into a magpie’s nest,
only to place my powdered cheek gently upon his hairy
chest.
I could be his Maiden Marianne gift-wrapped in cloak
and silken hood,
oh, a robin-redbreast sitting high up in the tree-tops
of his mo (u)rning wood.
I need, I need a silver-furred
a sugar sugar-daddy-bear,
someone who loves the front of me,
who likes to pay and loves to care.
A frizzly ursus, strong but cute,
adorable in leather, denim or tweed-suit.
I’d polish silver, 'cause I long to be spooned
on the dark, dark side of the palest moon …
Mandrake grows beneath the gallows
in the shape of the one thing
that you should never swallow.
I know, he may look like the cutest thing you’ve ever
seen
but, Honey, we just don’t know
where this old thing of his had been …
I almost had a secret love affair
with a dead boy’s underwear.
I nicked it from the mortuary,
but the damn thing was far too small for me.
That’s why each time I hear the postman ring,
I can’t help wondering what he might bring.
Oh, will he have something for me,
and, if so, I wonder … how large will his package be?
The chimney-sweep, the chimney-sweep,
he came at two o’clock,
I showed him where the furnace was,
and he showed me his cock.
He wore a bomber-jacket, black, but his hair-cut was
crap,
it took him rather long to finish his annual check …
A sylvan stronghold for the golden child,
built and looked after by heart beguiled.
A guard, a servant and a loyal king,
a winter-garden and a thermal-spring …