Boo Time

It's boo time

Boo time

It's boo time

Stop itWhen every wanker's wound up tight

Frigid, fractious, and forthright

The plebes plugged up with plebiscite

Trim the trad, go troglodyteIt's boo time

Boo time

It's boo timeWhen obligations grow obtuse

New neckties nab you like a noose

The clown, the cleric, the recluse

All crank the sluice on their cabooseSomething that you buried

Way down the estuary

Sharp and incendiary

Locked in a box of lead I saidMr. Metro Moon, meek, mundane

Set sail on seas of cellophane

Mapped the mists of mauve membrane

Old friends all sang 'Auf Wiedersehn'It might be howling on all fours

Or strolling naked out of doors

Perhaps an herbal remedy

Reminds the mind what holds the keySomething that you buried

Way down the estuary

Sharp and incendiary

Locked in a box of lead I saidIt's not forbidden to be what you are

Dip into that great big cookie jar

Where it's always boo timeBoo time

It's boo time

Boo time

It's boo timeBoo time

Boo time

It's boo, it's boo, it's boo