Mu-Tunq and Freeble Goyne

Diddle me under the gramophone in a chain maille of summer fish.

Whoever can stand our ironic guest house will be shown politely

inside the gramophone that the diesel hat mentioned practically

screaming insane, a blech-cylinder so lock your dearest children

away Doctor Eye-diamond is our guest scryer It's not so he'll lick

your inner eye Fu Manchu Halsey with a language-mitt and the tricks

to understanding waltzes my dentist contains too much glee, wee his

gait infected by a sick vortex melody a kind of glob of dingy diesel

that's the fertile stammer I bring no more garters for my mutant hat

wherein lives the dingy quartet and its number gobbling laughter a

barfing man is sick and coughing under the veil of a waltzing cone here

come the eyes of the tenor from Duran Duran that tenor is as brilliant

as a trickster and came unstuck from the basic sickness when his damn

germy fu manchu hat germed our house with the sight of the tenor's

woolen eyes oh my god, my were-hat's air-warts are schizzing out in

sign-ale and go-karts there's one dame for every four comets obviously

it was a weird session from the Tenor Ah, his singing is so underfrozen

he's sick in her ear-undie's ore and his waltz is sick as shit a singing man

inside the dentist's gift is like an inn behind a heiney screen our only macadam

must be sea-sickness before an undie-damm where I met the iron wart

who greeted me with nightmare phones from inside his trickster fort oh

totally, warm tootsies