Tall Society
We've happened upon the tall society
A peculiar looking bunch
Strange things like the politics of dustmen
Don't normally crop up
Emma Bone had balls - My memories are clear
They had unusually long arms
Reminded me of the spiders from mars
It don't matter now the game - is - up
Don't mean to say you don't have class
Because you drink champagne from a paper cup
How's your rotten luck? / How's your Father? - Musn't grumble
In a place full of beautiful people
Everyone looks the same
No marks to distinguish their virtue
They're all painfully vain
Autor(es): Martin Weller
