Window Eye

Looking through your window I
Watch the Swamp King crawling by
Heading for the hydro farm
Trying to keep this heiress calm
See him on his hands and knees
Begging her to take her ease
But she screams till the sun goes dead
And builds a storm porch on his head
Oh yeah

Looking through your window I
Watch the Swamp King crawling by
He's making for the promenade
To buy the Queen a birthday card
He lies before her jewelled feet
In supplication in the street
She waits until the sky goes black
And lays crazy paving on his back

Looking through your window I
Watch the Swamp King crawling by
Approaching over distant dunes
To meet the Marchioness of Prunes
Sister of the exiled Duke
Who bathes in tepid ass's puke
She drops the night time on his hat
And says "He's much more use like that
When I get old and stars get fat
I'll use him as a granny flat"