it´s nautical with weirdos
the cinema stays dry
the underground its heroes
they´re queueing up, my oh my

the polythene wigwam ritual
she´s got a blue bikini
two kisses and you´re captive
like something from fred fellini

chorus :

the need to play grew up with the admiring of those in diminished clothes

they´re marching in defiant
they carry their flags on high
the military hatchet people
are giving their battle cry

there´s latin sounds on sunday
with caramel crepes at large
we haven´t got a drift net
for happenings free of charge

repeat chorus