I’ve sorted out my cables and I classified my books
Cooking them in olive oil with garlicked lemn juice
I forgot to put my best frock on and I got dirty looks
I got washed with all my garments when I fell in yon’ brook
I met the Vicar down the road, we’d not been introduced
I’ve aborted all my cables and I burned the holy books
I went to see the doctor but he says I am a crook
I looked at Euclidś geometry , cor, it has been traduced
I forgot to put my head on, so I can´t see how you look
I went to church on Saturday,I missed Mass by a fluke
I met a very perfumed man and now he empties my refuse
I aborted my neuroses and I burned my bleeding books
I wakened up tomorrow and we’d all been damned and nuked
So all the works of Euclid will never be re-used
I forgot to put my brassiere on ,crumbs , how bizarre I looked
I saw a worm crossing the road for it had been abused~
God made them all hermaphrodites oh, what a cunning ruse
I’ve sorted out the log tables, ‘ declassified my books
I forgot to clean my eyeglasses , forgive my dirty looks
