The Kid ft. Tom Excell Lyrics

Still an animal ... still an animal... shake... still an animal

Conjuring Santa

Conjuring flying saucers


Eyes of a sorcerer

Wide portal for fire waters


Magic rain

Reindeer for the sleigh


Imagination - He gave em mysterious names


Poo Bum and Popa Pola

Masher and Boa


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Kicking the chimneys over

Santa milks em every morning, he fills up a vase

Bangs his elbow and trickles the milk on his face

Get with the programme yo, it's exceptionally simple

Kid is a wizard, game is conceptual pinball

Anything's thinkable when yr a kiddywinkle

Before God tells us we're sinful

Pre-sex-and-a-pimple

We blaze from the faintest of inklings

Flame takes to the kindling and the fire's lit


He sprays 5D phrases in wingdings


Angels with chromium wings blink at the sight of it

The kid


And here's a honeybomb for anyone who'll listen

The renaissance is under four foot tall


And he's never heard of money or of fiction

The kid is gonna blow your mind


Firing honeybombs and wild contradiction

The renaissance is popping off the walls

He couldn't give a frig for your career moves

The kid is gonna blow your mind

Blow your mind....

Still an animal

My son is an alien


Twin suns in the spaces in his skull


Swims air like a space station


Warps time like a crazy crazy black hole


My boy is a strange one


He's teaching me to become a man


By flinging his banana juice at my shoes


By singing like a red hot vandalous
cantankerous broken amp


Flocks of electric orca
swim through him when he touches water


And as he dries off
His eyes are following the flightpaths of crocodile gods

From where he was before


My son wasn't born in any hospital


He sprang from a fireplace in Tours


In a too-hot winter


Look he's got maps for the end of the world in him

They're coded in the smears in his nappies


Wild deer stampede down the tear tracks on his cheeks

Bruce Lee in a loincloth


My boy's got two teeth in his gums


Two teeth...


And with them he snags beauties by the eyeload

I know no-one like my son

Strange one
Alien

The kid


And here's a honeybomb for anyone who'll listen

The renaissance is under four foot tall


And he's never heard of money or of fiction

The kid is gonna blow your mind


Firing honeybombs and wild contradiction

The renaissance is popping

He couldn't give a frig for your career moves

The kid is gonna blow your mind

Blow your mind....