The type of person attracted to flypaper
They've got words like magnets, all of their own
Needles and knives blend into the wallpaper
They're looking to be the unfortunate Rolling Stone
Where memories consist vaguely of sleep
They're cool in the winter in the right clothes
The shoes that leave blisters upon their feet
Their habits and preferences everyone knows
Those wonderful people attracted to the toilets
Hypnotized by an imaginary watch
A fine looking corpse is found in the press
Don't like the flavor but still drink the scotch
Still memories consist vaguely of sleep
It's cool in the winter in the right clothes
The shoes that leave blisters upon their feet
Their habits and preferences everyone knows
The stuff of dreams for nice young boys
As they close their eyes now and then
Spot the empties, hear the noise
Forget the taking(?), start over again
Drink a glass of champagne
To the misery and pain
Things like getting the bus
Oh life is the worst
With the ever rising price of cocaine
Trying so hard for a smell of the fart
In an all out effort for maximum claim to fame
Claim to shame, claim to the same
Those wonderful people attracted to the toilets
Hypnotised by an imaginary watch
Fine looking corpse is found in the press
Don't like the flavour but still drink the scotch
And Kestrel lager
Writes glamour reruns
Of tangerines for Christmas
In modern slang
Shang-A-Lang
