p.s. junket '82 Lyrics

What's shaking in the new year?

It's a soft sun at the poolside

She's my blonde assassin

In her space shoes

And Bananarama

On her Kuwahara

Let them daydream instead it's a safe retreat

Because inside hides a Frankenstein on shameful hospital sheets

Lying there in warm sheep's clothing and man she really loves those pills

She's on the pawnshop junket and then she's off to the greyhounds, man

Hey look who's here rocking up in nylons

Splash your hair around

I recite the sagas at the massacre

His recessive genes hide cannibal designs

He's your Tarzan in formaldehyde

Let them daydream instead of summer escapes

You were born on the Sweetwater banks but it's your sour heart that I taste

Venus loves the anarchy and in a piping hot teenage dream

She split the scene with an eclipsing wink in a tank top and Jordache jeans

(Hey, look out)

Hug your pillows because she's in love again

She likes his hairline, he likes her daughters

And now they're moving like, like young mourners

It was a massacre in the daylight

Let them daydream instead it's a safe retreat

Because inside hides a Frankenstein on shameful hospital sheets

(You're innocent I bet you are)

Lying there in warm sheep's clothing and man she really loves those pills

She's on the lam with a matchstick man and they're headed for Jacksonville

Hey, look out