Bass

We're overheating in a small town world We're overeating in a small town world I hear the sound of several different crimes The distant eel and the silver chimes Lieutenant Hodges often said to me "I see a shoal of them far out to sea" A distant cormorant above the grey It wheels in dots and then it falls away A feather biro in a knotted clump Performs a vixen with a feline hump I wanna hold you in a solar globe The way your body is beneath a robe Bass, bass The juicy flounder and the tender chub Will swim around you when you leave the pub Their mouths are open and they will not shut Unless you kiss them all behind the hut But don't go messing with a guy like Reg He'll leave you gurgling behind the hedge Bass, I'm talking about bass Let me tell you about bass You wanna ooze with a bass The looming mullet and the wily bream Are at the window with a quiet scream The feisty barbel and the gruesome tench Are decomposing on a yellow bench There's something fluttering upon the sand And all I wanna do is hold your hand Bass, talking about a bass Let me tell you about a bass I wanna function with a bass Because He'd never make love to a loaf of bread Unless of course he found one in his bed Now frogs are reproducing on your back And bubbles keep emerging from a crack It's not a cormorant it's not a shag It's only something in a plastic bag --- Bass - Robyn Hitchcock