Peter Bazooka

Tuesday - yes, it was Tuesday When I saw my congressman coming out of the titty bar He didn't look like my congressman, but that's okay Nobody really looks like themselves anymore I think its got something to do with that crap They've been pouring into the water I decided it might be wise to follow the congressman Just to see what he was up to. After all, my tax dollars do pay his salary. The congressman got into a taxi, so I hailed a taxi Despite the obvious dangers involved And the coloured voices in my head began to sing: All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall And I can hear it all, yes I can hear it all All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall And I can even hear the little insects crawl The congressman was in taxi number 23 And I was in cab 17 But numbers are meaningless in this kind of cat and squid game My driver was an Aries And he laughed when I said