Fun Flesh

In your Palladian mansion
Black swans on the lake
Staring from the silken curtains
Hear the laughter shake
Hear the laughter shake
See your son, your little brat of a son
Shooting down the sparrows
With his daddy's golden arrows
While you stand by just laughing
You're perverse and old,
you're perverse and old, you're perverse and old and old and old
Old
Your gloss lipped secretary just came into the room
Gave you the latest news of the day
They're letting down the tyres on your green limousine
They're taking all the Champagne bottles away
But you're still touching the fun flesh
Touching the fun flesh,
rifling through the fun flesh, touching the fun flesh
Touching, yes you're touching, touching, yes you're touching
Touching yourself daily
With anguished memories, laughing inside, crying outside
Not sure what to wish
You could wish for a better life, eternal youth
But your son gives it all to you, you say you've told him the truth
But he is just a clone
He is on his own
He is just a clone and you're old, old, old
Your rabid dogs might bite you
They're old and they're blind
You've treated them so cruelly
But you don't mind
The golden gorgeous dollies
What a stupid word
But you never realise the times have changed and you look so absurd
Touching the fun flesh,
riffling through the fun flesh, touching the fun flesh
Touching, yes you're touching, touching, yes you're touching, touching
You never quite got to grips
With a sedentary life
But now your money and your legs fail you
And you've nothing left to hold
But this little boy with his little laugh
Who never understood
Who never ever will
Unless you set him free
Where's the remedy
Perverse and old
Perverse and old
God damn this family
You may see a vision
But I don't suppose you will
Of another life for you and your offspring
But you are so bigoted
You keep reading the books
Keep sending for the mail order forms because you like to look
And you're touching the fun flesh (all you do),
you're touching the fun flesh, rifling,
rifling through the fun flesh, touching the fun flesh
Touching, yes you're touching, touching,
yes you're touching, not touching yourself
You never touch yourself,
you don't know yourself, you never touch yourself, it's all in a book
Touching the fun flesh,
touching the fun flesh, women are fun flesh, women are fun flesh
Women are fun flesh, women are flu, flu, flu, flu flunkies, you fool