It's been a long time since I've written an Eno-esque nonsense song.
I was born squalid
Or—whatcha call it?
I’m just a big orangutan
who likes to toss his feces
I’m a young savage
Quite below average
I will hit you like a rock
And I will smash you into pieces
CHORUS: Oh, rock scissors paper
Rock scissors paper
You cut me now but I’ll cover you later
Paper rock scissors
Scissors paper rock
We tick & tock and click & cluck like a kooky cuckoo clock
Night singing skylark
Knife swinging mud shark
I’ll sweep you up and cut you down
and slice you into slivers
I got my weapon
Watch what you step in
The click-clack that you hear is just
The slicing of my scissors
Oh, rock scissors paper
Rock scissors paper
You cut me now but I’ll cover you later
Paper rock scissors
Scissors paper rock
We tick & tock and click & cluck like a kooky cuckoo clock
Oh, you silly dandy
You piece of rock candy
You’ll disappear completely like
a quicksand-sinking lover
You’re think that you an Uzi
You silly floppy floozy
You can smash and you can cut
But remember, I can cover
Oh, rock scissors paper &c.
