Lizzy the lizard
Met an angry young snake
With forked-tongue grace
By the name of Jake:
yellow eyed diamond back rattler
In the chill-out room
Of the 'wildlife saloon'
She admired his skin,
Jake said it was fake
And Liz said: "who cares,
It don't really matter!"
question to raise,
Why people these days
Like slaves to the craze
Are somehow [bad word] bent
Yet always content with fortune's spent
On desperately tryin' to be different
Willy the weasel said
To Sammy the snitch
Let's go to the dogs
And bet on that [bad word] 
The greyhound
 [bad word] like a panther
They made a big score,
Went to the Hi-fashion store
They bought two suits of shark skin
Furs, ermine and mink
All decked out for the next chapter
Nancy the nympho
Yelled at Lola La Leech
"I need a permanent wave
with lotsa bleach
I wanna look like a cheap German dancer"
She could pass for a queen
In a second hand dream
Inside the gloom of the 'wildlife saloon'
The wolfwhistles
Sounded just like laughter