Dawn-tripping foul-mouthed through the severed limbs and snoozing boozers, Old Scrotum, the wrinkled retainer, staggers for a hair of the dog that last night bit him and to wash away the taste of Mrs. E., while the one-time prisoners awoke, free and fresh, dropping their shackles like an orchestra of falling teeth.
The cracks are showing
Written by Vivian Stanshall
By kind permission of Warner Bros. Music Ltd.
© 1979 The Charisma Music Publishing Company Ltd. See more