Cracker
"Kerosene Hat"


How can I fly with these old doggy wings
While the magpies sing some shiny song

Old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
In the elevator

Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream

Here come old Kerosene Hat
With his earflaps waxed, a-courtin' his girl

Come clattering here on your old cloven skates
With that devilish spoon

Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
When you're submarine

So don'tcha bother me, Death, with your leathery ways
And your old chase lounge

A wickerman's fence of heather retires
And the cook's gone mad, started several fires

Everything seems like a dream
When you're submarine

Head like a stream, she says softly to me
From the rattling chair

Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
My medicine lamp

Everything seems like a dream
So life's a scream

(Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies)
(All fall down)