Boo Time

It's boo time
Boo time
It's boo time
Stop it

When every wanker's wound up tight
Frigid, fractious, and forthright
The plebes plugged up with plebiscite
Trim the trad, go troglodyte

It's boo time
Boo time
It's boo time

When obligations grow obtuse
New neckties nab you like a noose
The clown, the cleric, the recluse
All crank the sluice on their caboose

Something that you buried
Way down the estuary
Sharp and incendiary
Locked in a box of lead I said

Mr. Metro Moon, meek, mundane
Set sail on seas of cellophane
Mapped the mists of mauve membrane
Old friends all sang 'Auf Wiedersehn'

It might be howling on all fours
Or strolling naked out of doors
Perhaps an herbal remedy
Reminds the mind what holds the key

Something that you buried
Way down the estuary
Sharp and incendiary
Locked in a box of lead I said

It's not forbidden to be what you are
Dip into that great big cookie jar
Where it's always boo time

Boo time
It's boo time
Boo time
It's boo time

Boo time
Boo time
It's boo, it's boo, it's boo