Jackdaw Lyrics

The world beyond the rhubarb patch
No-one seems to know
Why he put it out of bounds
Dr Barnardo

Stig staggers on the cinder path
Up beside the dump
The ghost of Colin Wilson's in
The bugger of a funk

And if the nettle stings your hand
You cure it with a dock
And if you try to run away
They hit you with a clock

They say a black magician
Trained a black jackdaw to talk
The ghost of Colin Wilson has
An electronic jaw

The mushrooms in the library
Were wolfed down by wild dogs
Which went woofing to the forest
Where researchers cut their logs

And now there is a skull to see
By the skullery
Elizabeth is blubbering
She hopes it's all a dream

They say a black magician
Trained a black jackdaw to talk
The ghost of Colin Wilson has
An electronic jaw