Because Mornings Are Slow...
Jan. 6th, 2004 09:51 amMarnie, by the Jazz Butcher Conspiracy
Ooo-oo!
Well, Marnie's got a problem
She wants to keep a lion in her room
She's going crazy
She's going to get in trouble soon
She's going crazy
Her bedroom wall looks just like Regent's Park
She's going crazy
She hunts for tiny creatures after dark
Ooo-oo! Feline fury of the jungle
Ooo-oo! Stripey death from Bangladesh
Ooo-oo! Oh Marnie's going to get in trouble
Ooo-oo! She's going to end up in a mess,
yes yes!
Oh Marnie, you're so charming
I never could avoid you if I tried
You're so disarming
I love the way you blink your precious eyes
But you're so crazy
I have to tell you now before its too late
You're going crazy
You'll end up on some savage creature's plate
Ooo-oo! Feline fury of the jungle
Ooo-oo! Stripey death from Bangladesh
Ooo-oo! Marnie's getting in a muddle
Ooo-oo! She's going to end up in a mess
Now listen Marnie, understand me
They're not just everyday big moggies.
Marnie, these are big and wild:
They don't just go "meow"
(...Oh Esther, will the snows never cease?
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Oh Marnie's got a problem
She wants to keep a panther in her tiny upstairs flat
And not just any panther
Uh-oh, Marnie wants it black
I'm going really haywire
All I want's my girlfriend back
And I say
Ooo-oo! Feline fury of the jungle
Ooo-oo! Stripey death from Bangladesh
Ooo-oo! Marnie's going to get in trouble
Ooo-oo! She's going to end up in a mess,
yes yes!