(Chorus)
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
(spoken)
Stop it.
(Mike on Lead)
When every wanker's
wound up tight,
frigid, fractious,
and forthright,
the plebes plugged up
with plebiscite,
Trim the trad, go troglodyte
(All)
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
(Mike)
When obligations grow obtuse,
New neckties nab you
like a noose,
The clown, the
cleric, the recluse
All crank the sluice
on their caboose.
(All)
Something that you buried,
way down the estuary,
Sharp and incendiary,
locked in a box of lead I said.
(guitar solo)
(Mike)
Mr. Metro Moon, meek, mundane,
set sail on seas of cellophane
Mapped the mists of
mauve membrane
Old friends all sang
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It might be howling
on all fours,
Or strolling naked
out of doors,
Perhaps an herbal remedy,
Reminds the mind what
holds the key.
(All)
Something that you buried,
way down the estuary,
Sharp and incendiary,
locked in a box of lead I said.
(Dave)
It's not forbidden to
be what you are.
Dip into that great
big cookie jar.
(Mike)
where it's always Boo Time
(All)
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
(Mike scat solo)
It's boo, it's boo, it's boo.
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals,
accordion, saxophone;
Jian-vocals, drums;
Mike-lead vocal,
electric guitar;
Murray-vocals, shadow
guitar,
bass)