| Can you play electric organ? | |
| Can you play the lie of the land? | |
| Can you paint a better tartan? | |
| Sudden apples strewed on the dawns | |
| Butcher birds and Jackie Hangmans | |
| Double digit fugitive | |
| Intra-Schengen cars and blam blams | |
| A bigger scope, the lie of the land | |
| Manifestly social sculpture lines | |
| For all those well-trained men of the world | |
| Never let me down you vultures then | |
| Pick my bones clean, pick them all clean | |
| I would play my big bassoon | |
| (Big bassoon, like the bard's) | |
| I would harvest marble hours | |
| (On the moon, to glitter the culture) | |
| I would make some animal | |
| But not too soon, you just wait and see | |
| I would dig no frightening hole | |
| To stop, to stop, to stop it on me | |
| Finger pulse and all the parlay | |
| Sinking faster than half of the nine | |
| I have been to Harlem Dover | |
| I have seen the end of the line | |
| Brick it all up, the perfect England | |
| Black it in your coronet hearts | |
| On the moon, to glitter the culture | |
| I would play my big bassoon | |
| (Big bassoon, like the bard's) | |
| I would harvest marble hours | |
| (On the moon, to glitter the culture) | |
| (Big bassoon, on the moon) | |
| (Like the bard's, to glitter the culture) | |
| I would play my big bassoon | |
| (Big bassoon, like the bard's) | |
| I would harvest marble hours | |
| (On the moon, to glitter the culture) |