The Birthday Party Album

Zoo-music girl, zoo-music girl
Our ligfe together is a hollow tooth,
spit out the shells, spit out the shells,
You know exactly what I'm talking about

Don't drag the orchestra into this thing
Rattle those sticks, rattle those sticks
The sound is beautiful, its perfect!
The sound of her young legs in stockings

The rhythm of her walk, it's beautiful
Just let it twist, let it break
let it buckle, let it bend
I wnat the noise of my zoo music girl
zoo-music girl zoo-music girl

My body is a monster driven insane
My heart is a fish toasted by flames
I kiss the hem of her skirt
We spend our lives in a box full of dirt
I murder her dress and she loves it

If there is one thing I desire in the world
Is to make love to my zoo-muic girl
zoo-music girl, zoo-music girl
The sound is beautiful! It's perfect!
I call out her name in the night
Zoo-music girl zoo-music girl

I call her by her family name
zoo-music girl zoo-musivc girl
Oh God! Please let me die beneath her fists
Zoo-Music Girl Zoo-music girl

when ya walk outa here
when ya walk out
I gotta fill up that space
or fill up that no-space
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears and
cry cry cry cry
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can
cry cry cry cry

when ya slam that door
when that door slams
i gotta fill up that space
an' I'll pack my suitcase
I'll fill it up with no-clothes
fill it up with no-clothes
fill it up with no-clothes
fill it up with no-clothes
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll pack it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll pack it up with tears and cry cry cry cry
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can
cry cry cry cry

when ya slam that door
when that door slams
I'll dig my-self a hole
and I'll fill up that space
I'll fill it up with no-flesh
an' I'll fill it up with flesh
I'll fill it up with no-flesh
an' I'll fill it up with flesh
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll pack it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears and
cry cry cry cry
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can
cry cry cry cry

fish swim cry fish crryyy cry cryyy

what has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names
wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames
in the fake - ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive!
the hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types
so we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles
so we can't go up or stay up find the thumb dumb in your ear brain
get unfunny! such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one
just when things seemed so paperparrent like my toothface? like my out-do?


capers... capers...

oh a streak, o'treacly ink-inks tied my knees all up in elbows
erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soap-fellows
account the addups till I do-nots are we balanced? we're in business!
idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's...all legs and armour
I had a dreadful diehood diehard, drunken, sunken, monk-heart
oh I had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa, fa, family

Nick the Stripper
Hideous to the eye
Hideous to the eye
He's a fat little insect
A fat little insect
And OOOOOOOOOH! here we go again

Nick the Stripper
Dances on all fours
Dances on all fours
He's in his birthday suit
He's in his birthday suit
And OOOOOOOOOH! here we go again

Nick the Stripper
Hideous to the eye
Hideous to the eye
He's a fat little insect
A fucked little insect
And OOOOOOOOOH! here we go again
Insect Insect Insect Insect

worn and gnawn
a little hole
just a small hole
letting in a sick wind
in a small puffs

yo-ho-hole
yo-ho-hole
through which blow
a small sick wind
yo-ho-hole
yo-ho-hole
puff puff
the sick wind blows

slipping stitches leading to
so slight a hole
slipping in a sick wind
slippery sickly wind

yo-ho-hole
yo-ho-hole
across the threshole
a little sick wind
yo-ho-hole
yo-ho-hole
yo-ho
the sick wind blows

wow! uh oh
I am a figure of fun
obsessive, dead-pan and moribund
(creantic girl) seasick
I am the figure of fun
I baked in the sun
I have no luck in love
I have no luck in anything
I am a figure of fun
and I'm impressed by everyone
but I impress no-one
it's irritating
I am a figure of fun
ROCK!
I am a figure of fun
I have money
but money isn't everything to a figure of
fun fun fun fun fun fun...
I love you baby fun fun fun...

King Ink strolls into town
he sniffs around

King Ink kicks off his stink-boot
sand and soot and dust and dirt and
he's much bigger than you think
King Ink
King Ink
King Ink
a wake up a King Ink a get up a King Ink a wake up a King Ink
a get up a get up a get up a get up a get up
up up up up up up up up up up...

a bug crawls up the wall

King Ink feels like a bug
and he hates his rotten shell
(he says) cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha...
King Ink a wake up a King Ink a get up a King Ink a wake up a King Ink
a get up a get up a get up a get up a get up
a what's in that room? a what's in that house?
a what's in that room? a what's in that house?
say something, express thyself, say something, express yourself
express... say something loudly Aaaaaahhhh...
a what's in that room? a what's in that house?
sand and soot and dust and dirt and sand and soot and dust and dirt
and-d-d-d-d-d-d-
di-di-di-di-di-di-di di-di-di-di-di-di DIRT

King Ink feels like a bug
swimming in a soup-bowl
he says oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! FATS Domino on the radio
yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! FATS Domino on the radio
yer! oh! yer!

this is true oh! this is true it's true

mister forever said nothing said
I can sing
hit it! make it a dead one
with words like with words like
blood and soldier and mother
o.k. o.k.
I want to I wanna sleep before the end
which is most impolite
hit it! make it a dead one
if nothing crops up
I'll give you a ring
you can sing the end
o.k. o.k.
then I could get
all the little animals out of my room
hit it! with a broom, with a broom!
o.k. o.k. o.k. o.k.
put them in a big white sack
no visitors came
hit it! with words like...
like hit it! like hit it! oh! yea...
yea hit it... like like
thou thou shalt not um like
thou shalt not This is the end This
This really is the living end
This really is the living end
like really This is the end and it's still living

in our yard
how many chickens can we count
on our fingers and toes
on their toes
sitting on father's hole
sitting on his chest
crushing rocks of dirt
the earth is soft in our
yard yard
stones in my shoes
and feet
dragging them through museums
where
under glass
refridgerate
freeze
hands and feet
and knobbly knees
yard yard

the light from the window
falls on the floor
and after it breaks
I cut my feet
on the little bright pieces
(I glow in the dark)
but only when night falls
it's falling it's falling
it's falling it's falling
it falls


my head is a night-club
club-clubbed to dull drums
beating to slow
to dance or to breathe or to dance
I insist that you cut in
(I a la flamb?
I'm drinking I'm drinking
I'm drinking I'm drinking
I'm drunk

dull day

First: I tried to kill it with a hammer
Thought that I could lose the head
Sure! We've eaten off the silver
(When even food was against us)
And then I tried to kill it in the bed
Second: I gagged it with a pillow
But awoke the nuns inside my head
They pounded their Goddy-Goddy fists
(From the inside - so from the outside)
I got good: I stuck it. Dead
Thirdly: I put my lips upon it
And blew a frost across its flat
I wrote upon its outside-surface
'Tonight we're on the outside-surface'
Just you and me girl: you and me and the fat

Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm
smothered in mud at the foot of the river
the color vague is slapped around stupid
blood dries to a very dull color


I'm drowning and there is no relief from


it's only 12,000 miles to heaven
but the car is broken and we're all well-spoken
I've met three people but I don't think they like me
and we all talk about the state of the weather

I'm drowning and there is no relief from


and everything I say are my own thoughts
don't listen to my very dull brother

I'm drowning and there is no relief from

Kathy's kisses, they fall out of
her mouth onto the floor, collect dust
and sweep them under the door