Resonator is glinting at me, like a squirrel in a tree

The nuts are eaten, whilst my luck with birds is fleeting

The eagles were on firey form in the imps

I don’t need booze to dance and prance

But it seems others do, am I nuts or is everyone boring

I hear the black cat calling, the furry fiend is a killer

And if you’re on an adventure with Shonen Knife there is no filler