Interpret:

King Crimson

Album:

Lizard

Indoor fireworks amuse your kitchen staff 
Dusting plastic garlic plants 
They snigger in the draught 
When you ride through the parlour 
Wearing nothing but your armour- 
Playing Indoor Games. 


One string puppet shows amuse 
Your sycophantic friends 
Who cheer your rancid recipes 
In fear they might offend, 
Whilst you loaf on your sofa 
Sporting falsies and a toga- 
Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games. 


Your mean teetotum spins arouse your seventh wife 
Who pats her sixty little skins 
And reinsures your life, 
Whilst you sulk in your sauna 
'Cos you lost your jigsaw corner- 
Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games. 


Each afternoon you train baboons to sing 
Or swim in purple perspex water wings. 
Come Saturday jump hopper, chelsea brigade, 
High bender-trender it's all Indoor Games. 


No ball bagatelle incites 
Your children to conspire, 
They slide across your frying pan 
And fertilize your fire; 
Still you and Jones go madder 
Broken bones-broken ladder- 
Hey Ho...