Salad
Diminished Clothes

It`s nautical with weirdos
The cinema stays dry
The underground its heroes
They`re queueing up, my oh my

The polythene wigwam ritual
She`s got a blue bikini
Two kisses and you`re captive
Like something from Fred Fellini

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The need to play grew up with the admiring of those in diminished clothes

They`re marching in defiant
They carry their flags on high
The military hatchet people
Are giving their battle cry

There`s Latin sounds on Sunday
With caramel crepes at large
We haven`t got a drift net
For happenings free of charge

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