he's a fairy feller
the fairy folk have gathered round the new moon shine
to see the feller crack a nut at nights noon time
to swing his ace he swears, as it climbs he dares
to deliver...
the master-stroke
ploughman, "waggoner will", and types
politician with senatorial pope
- he's a dilly-dally-o
pedagogue squinting, wears a frown
and a satyr peers under lady's gown, dirty fellow
what a dirty laddio
tatterdemalion and a junketer
there's a thief and a dragonfly
trumpeter - he's my hero
fairy dandy tickling the fancy of his lady friend
the nymph in yellow "can we see the master-stroke"
what a quaere fellow
soldier, sailor, tinker, tailor, ploughboy
waiting to hear the sound
and the arch-magician presides
he is the leader
oberon and titania watched by a harridan
mab is the queen and there's a good apothecary-man
come to say hello
fairy dandy tickling the fancy of his lady friend
the nymph in yellow
what a quaere fellow
the ostler stares with hands on his knees
come on mr. feller, crack it open if you please
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
"Nemesis" by Shriekback, probably the best use ever of the word 'parthenogenesis' in rock lyrics:
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big Black Nemesis, parthenogenesis
No one move a muscle as the dead come home