Im scared Ill jiggle bust to take the shine
I meet the stage magicians girl ideal
Im loyal to him in nod at nought I whine
I live in leotards lend act sex appeal
If sawn in half in casket quick to heal
If raised in pure air lying afloat in place
If lost in frame yet found in next unseal
If bent on see through bench of balanced grace
I ride a magic carpet back to Kem
I buy the balm of Atum Onan jar
The pharaohs fertile river bollock phlegm
In mummy mixture musty dust and char
I mimic magic lost a little weird
On female face it builds a bushy beard
Chorus weird eerie peculiar
