Somebody hold their hands out Coz my mind has gone I'm walking through all the debris Coz my kite have gone You can't get through Prop up your eggs and bacon With your silver spoon I saw you play Old Medusa In the dungeon room You can't get through You've! Got it! On the brain! Go pop your cherry down Grope Cunny Lane Crabs! Shatter! King of Spain! You'll lose your mind down at Grope Cunny Lane Go get the local doctor And lets have some fun I hope I avoid the papers On the prison run Can I watch you? Rank! Mother! City boy! Don't sit around and jumping for joy Brother! T-shirt! King of Spain! You'll lose your mind down in Grope Cunny Lane