Like his touch
You know that he’s high
The animal nitrate in mind
Oh, the accounts of home
He jumped on your bones
And now you’re taking it time after time
Oh, it turns you on, on
Now he has gone
Oh, what turns you on, on
Now your animal’s gone
Wel, l he’s said
He’d show you his bed
And the delights of his chemical smile
So when he broke it home
He broke all your bones
And now you’re taking it time after time
Oh, it turns you on, on
Now he has gone
Oh, what turns you on, on
Now your animal’s gone
What does it take to turn you on, on?
Now he has gone
Now you’re over 21, oh
Now your animal’s gone
Animal, you are
Animal, you are
Animal, oh
Animal, he was
Animal, he was
Animal, oh
A little of the look of a young David Hemmings or even Christopher Hitchens, perhaps. Without the talent of one or the politics of the other, of course.