I dream of fields of green, where dogs eat trees and scratch at fleas

In the lake they go, watch the ducks ebb and flow

Blackstar blasts out twinkly lights, as Zappa argues with the devil about titties and beer

 

He has no fear, as beezelbub has no fur, unlike fluffy cats

Who like to catch bats, and meow incessantly, whether it is raining or not

Be quiet you clot, stick these headphones on and be transported to eden

purry wurry furry you don’t feeding