How To Make It Big In Hospital

Well I burnt my suit and I shaved my head
And I hunt for cherokees
And I trip up scouts, but I don’t use knees
'cos I don’t like blood on my dungerees
And I thrown out all my groovy beads and bells
And bangles
Yes I roam my town for a red or brown
With my house-trained pet mongoose
Well he’s pretty tame 'til he gets cut loose
And I knot my tie in a hangman’s noose
And I thrown out my Stanley Mathews tips on
How to make it big on the right-wing
My job at the butcher’s
Pays well, educates me
Fat pig, first the lungs and then liver
Yeah, yeah, chop it into suey
Then hang, swing it in the window for a week
Well, my first name’s Fred and it rhymes with de
And I don’t take groovy jive
Try it on and you won’t leave alive
So just don’t get near to my half-pint beer
And I thrown out all my William Burroughs books on
How to make it big in hospital