Mention the Lord of the Rings just once more And I'll more than likely kill you Moorcock, Moorcock, Michael Moorcock you fervently moan Is this a wok that you've shoved down my throat Or are you just pleased to see me? Brian Moore's head looks uncannily like London Planetarium. And all those people who you romantically Like to still believe are alive are dead So I'll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall. God I could murder a Cadbury's Flake But then I guess you wouldn't let me into heaven Or maybe you would 'cos their adverts promote oral sex A Romany bint in a field with her paints suggesting we faint at her beauty But she's got Dickie Davies eyes. And all those people who you romantically Like to still believe are alive are dead So I'll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall. And all those people who you romantically like to still believe are alive are dead So I'll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall.