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