Madness — Whistle in the Dark

Wallowing in self interest over the garden wall The wallopers chase but in their haste Stumble on into the pool Where everybody is splashing around Blowing a whistle and fuse The ghost of Sir Robert bombastically quivers Covertness the cover we choose Clambering over the roof With a horde, but nowhere to strode This is the moment that dreads forever So head first this body I throw oh Everybody is bouncing around waving a truncheon or two Pig tails in the hobnails and big wigs with saggy jowls Glazed at the foot of the pool Everybody is bobbing in time Sharing nonsensical tunes old ghosts arrive to shimmy and connive Living a ripple of two Wallowing in self interest over the garden wall The wallopers chase but in their haste Stumble on into the pool Clambering over the roof With a horde, but nowhere to strode This is the moment that dreads forever So head first this body I throw