...And they have ray guns to dry their hair
And they sleep in beds above the floor
In sheets made of cotton...
And they have keys to lock their doors at night
And cool cupboards for their food
- I think they call them freejuice.
And outside their houses
They park their shiny Japanese cars
And trim their grass with cutting machines
Leaving emerald green carpets
And they keep photographs
Of their children and their pets
In biscuit tins -
Cats that curl up in baskets
And eat fish from cans
Fat dogs that wear bracelets round their throats.
And in their pockets
There are wallets filled with crisp new banknotes
Filled to bursting
So when they visit the big shop
They can buy anything they want
Anything at all.
See that aeroplane high up there
In the blue?
They are flying in that -
Watching movies and drinking wine
Going back to their place.