"Desperately Trying To Be Different"

 

Lizzy the lizard, met an angry young snake

With forked-tongue grace, by the name of Jake

A yellow eyed diamond back rattler

In the chill-out room, of the 'wildlife saloon

She admired his skin, Jake said it was fake

And Liz said: "who cares, it don't really matter



A question to raise,

Why people these days

Like slaves to a craze



Are somehow hell bent,

Yet always content

With fortune's spent

On desperately tryin' to be different



Willy the weasel said to Sammy the snitch

Let's go to the dogs and bet on that bitch

The greyhound that runs like a panther

They made a big score, went to the hi-fashion store

They bought two suits of shark skin furs, ermine and mink

All decked out for the next chapter



Nancy the nympho, yelled at Lola La Leech

"I need a permanent wave with lots a bleach,

I wanna look like a cheap German dancer"

She could pass for a queen, in a second hand dream

Inside the gloom of the 'wildlife saloon

The wolf whistles, sounded just like laughter



A question to raise,

Why people these days

Like slaves to a craze



Are somehow hell bent,

Yet always content

With fortune's spent

On desperately tryin' to be different