Fun Flash

In your paladian mansion
Black swans on the lake
Staring from the silken curtains
Hear the laughter shake
Hear the laughter shake
See your son
Your little brat of a son
Shooting down the sparrow
With his daddy's golden arrow
While you stand by just laughing
You're perverse and old
You're perverse and old
You're perverse and old and old and old
Old
Your gloss-lipped secretary
Just came into the room
Gave you the latest news of the day
They're letting down the tyres
On your green limousine
They're taking all the champagne bottles away
But you're still touching the fun flesh
Touching the fun flesh
Riffling through the fun flesh
Touching the fun flesh
Touching, yes, you're touching
Touching, yes, you're touching
Touching yourself daily
With anguished memories
Laughing inside, crying outside
Not sure what to wish
You could wish for a better life, eternal youth
But your son gives it all to you
You say you told him the truth
But he is just a clone
He is on his own
He is just a clone
And you're old, old, old
Your rabid dogs might bite you
But they're old and they're blind
You've treated them so cruelly
But you don't mind
The golden gorgeous dollies
Oh, what a stupid word
But you never realised the times have changed
And you look so absurd
Touching the fun flesh
Touching the fun flesh
Riffling through the fun flesh
Touching the fun flesh
Touching, yes, you're touching
Touching, yes, you're touching
Touching
You never quite got to grips
With a sedentary life
But now your money and your legs fail you
And you've nothing left to hold
But this little boy
With his little laugh
Who never understood
Who never ever will
Unless you set him free
Where's the remedy?
Perverse and old
Perverse and old
God damn this family
You may see a vision
But I don't suppose you will
Of another life for you and your offspring
But you are so bigoted
You keep reading the books
Keep sending for the mail order forms
Because you like to look
And just touching the fun flesh
All you do, you're touching the fun flesh
Riffling, riffling through the fun flesh
Touching the fun flesh
Touching, yes, you're touching
Touching, yes, you're touching
Not touching yourself
You never touch yourself
You don't know yourself
You never touch yourself
It's all in the book
Touching the fun flesh
Touching the fun flesh
Women are fun flesh
Women are fun flesh
Women are fun flesh
Women are flun, flun, flun, flun, flunkeys
You fool