Behind the Face

I'm not sure if he's all there in the head today hip, hip, hooray
Some days are good some days are bad
We're always so happy and glad when he's smiling at us but,
There's again behind the smile there is no grimace，
Waiting to take its place.
To shoot you down, falling on the ground,
Withering round and round Writher! Thither!
One of these days I will not be talked behind my back
Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack
There they are, like a load of chickens, clicking and clacking,
Perhaps it's time for us to leave or
Perhaps they are creeping in.