Neurotica

Good morning
 It's 3 a.m. in this great roaring city full of garbage eaters
 Ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window
 I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels
 All-night hippo in the diner crossing the street
 Swarthy herds of young impala
 Flambastic gibbon, even a struggling monza
 And over there that brilliant head ornament on that Japanese macaque
 But look closely at the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill
 It's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet
 The stench and the noise, yes, yes
 The howlers resonating repertoire is not too bad
 When mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler
 But the impatient taxi blare
 The squawking elderly ibis and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers
 I can certainly live without
 Also be cautious of the poisonous boomslang laughter
 Social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish
 And who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand?
 Evidently he's getting a good reply
 Arrive in Neurotica
 Through neon heat disease
 I swear at the swarming herds
 I sweat the foul terrain
 I rove the moving scenery
 Arrive in Neurotica
 Through neon heat disease
 I swear at the swarming herds
 I sweat the foul terrain
 I rove the moving scenery
 I have no fin
 No wing, no stinger
 No claw, no camouflage
 I have no more to say
 Isn't that an elephant-fish on the corner over there?
 Look at that bush baby
 Mud puppy, noolbenger, rhinoderma, marmoset, spring peeper
 Shingle back skunk, siren skate, starling star-gazer, spoonbill and suckers
 They seem to be everywhere
 Well, it's a live revue
 Random animal parts now playing nightly right here in Neurotica
 So long