Send for the Nice Young Man Lyrics

MR WEIRD

Here comes Mr Weird

A purple ribbon in his beard

In his hand a bucket full of bones

He's walking down the street

Laughing gamely at his feet

And talking to a lightbulb on the phone

Trailing memories behind

He's got dinner on his mind

Here comes Lady Strange

In her Sunday paper plane

A golden turbot painted on each wing

She's whistling a tune

As she waves her silver spoon

She always has enjoyed this sort of thing

As she spins around the sky

No-one can see her passing by

Send for the nice young man who brings the cheese

Let his name be Morris or maybe Rhys

If he's a priest

Here comes Uncle Lard

You can see he's working hard

By the trail of dead squirrels everywhere

As he comes round the bend

His arms and legs start to extend

With a mighty leap he springs into the air

It's been four and twenty years

Since we last saw him round here

Send for the nice young man who brings the cheese

Let his name be Morris or maybe Rhys

If he's a priest

And meanwhile back in the waking world

Your powers grow weak old man

There are things going down

On the darkside of town

You can never understand

Send for the nice young man who brings the cheese

Let his name be Morris or maybe Rhys

If he's a priest