"Sinking Island" lyrics

Lions nil, Christians four - Sour taste 'cause the meat was raw
Howard Hughes was never ill, just his brain was a little sore
Peeping Toms have no will, pure emotion never fails
Shop girls with their hands in tills - Well, fill my sails

People come and people go
Is this a sinking island?
All aboard for the people show
Next stop is where?

Chicken in the pot, rice on the menu
All we need is a change of venue
Cargo's dragged down the docks
Hide the cupboards, Goldilocks
You got a high, low, let me know!
'Cause I got a ticket and a-ha-ha!

Hello George
Hello mate

People come and people go
Is this a sinking island?
All aboard for the people show
Next stop is where?

Well, now for the big question
What is the meaning of life?
Will you find it in your right shoe or will you find it in your right left shoe?
It's all slightly up to you, honey

Lions nil, Christians four - Sour taste 'cause the meat was raw
Howard Hughes was never ill, just his brain was a little sore
Peeping Toms have no will, all good Catholics take the pill
Shop girls with their hands in tills - Well, fill my sails

People come and people go
Is this a sinking island?
All aboard for the people show
Next stop is where?

Right, who's been poisoning the fish?
Own up - Who is it?
You can laugh, honey
He's pissed out his brains

L-lions nil! Christians four
Sour taste... 'cause the meat was raw
Howard Hughes... was never ill!
Just his brain... was a little sore! (A-ha)
(A-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
(A-ha-ha-ha-ha!)

Derelict cars fill the streets
People live among them
Tiny kids with no feet
Beggars live to please them