Arzachel Leg
We saw an outgoing camel from our viewpoint on a hill
And all the women were dancing because the men were ill
All the animals were sighing as we led them to the kill
Oh we shook and we trembled from the Everest height
We fondled and we fumbled, floated out of sight
We fought the forcefield powerfully in the buzzing night
I was sliding down the railway with a horse and chariot on my tail
And a stark naked drummer was balancing on the rail
I sat down on a sleeper until I woke up in jail
