How to Make It Big in Hospital Songtext

von Wigwam

Pembroke

Well I burnt my suit and I shaved my head
And I hunt for cherokees
And I trip up scouts, but I don't use knees
'cos I don't like blood on my dungerees
And I thrown out all my groovy beads and bells
And bangles.

Yes I roam my town for a red or brown
With my house-trained pet mongoose
Well he's pretty tame 'til he gets cut loose
And I knot my tie in a hangman's noose
And I thrown out my Stanley Mathews tips on
How to make it big on the right-wing.

My job at the butcher's
Pays well, educates me
Fat pig, first the lungs and then liver
Yeah, yeah, chop it into suey
Then hang, swing it in the window for a week

Well, my first name's Fred and it rhymes with de
And I don't take groovy jive
Try it on and you won't leave alive
So just don't get near to my half-pint beer
And I thrown out all my William Burroughs books on