Coco the clown is sitting me down

To explain the facts of life

God had no plan for why things began

But if things are nice, do the things twice

That's his advice

I never did have any time for therapy at all

My Wilhelm Reich orgasmatron abandoned in the hall

All that cock and ball

Rotting through the wall

Greying at the temples now, with clay around my feet

Stiff upper lip and all that shit the British like to tweet

I lack what I lack, but I am what I am, so cut me some slack

I'll cut you some back

It seems I made a fair old fist of bungling in the mist

But I did discover other people actually exist

I'm not a solipsist, they actually exist, all bungling in the mist

Coco the clown is sitting me down

To explain the facts of life

There is no God, apparently

But if things are nice, do the things twice

That's his advice

Such good advice