Rock Scissors Paper

 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.