Punishment Of Luxury British Baboon
1.British baboon, he's on the scowl
So softly spoken, deep down you can hear him howl
Another day's business over for the conning beast of
prey
Survival of the fattest means, rip-off in every way
See him at a party pin a victim to the wall
Pink with drink, he gives her a wink
He's rehearsed it all
Upstairs, coats on the bed, he lays her down,
strokes her head
His eyes begin to drool, she says No! He says Fool!
1st Chorus:
Whaddya say?
Whaddya take me for
Whaddya say?
Get away form that door
I'm just a monkey
Swing a little bit for me
2. Next night out clubbing he measures up the meat
Cold eyes on heat
Stone-age girl blue-black-blue flickers on his peep
show
Watch out ooooh, he's come at her elbow
Dancing, he's obscene ¾ she knows, where he's been
He says "Come back to my luxury flat where the jungle
juices glow"
She says "I don't understand."
Snarling he says "Oh-Oh"
2nd Chorus (same as the 1st)
"Don't move, I'll prove my kiss is bliss"
Ah, I'm pissed
Civilisation smoothed his style
Baboon sophistication made his mouth a twisted smile
But he never bared his fangs in public, never showed
his claws
When with a grin, she says to him "Hey little apeman ¾
up yours!"
3rd Chorus
Whaddya say?
Whaddya take me for
Whaddya say? Get away from that door
You may be a hunky, swinging' from tree to tree
But I'm not a flunkey, and you'll never feed off me
You're on the make but one day you'll break
Snap, just like that.
