Give off your wool-mouth and sharpen your gums,
Throw back the sawhorse with newspaper paws
We were talking to animals, animals.
The weather in autumn is moving toward frost,
We fumble with nets for the things that we've lost
We were talking like animals, animals.
If someone could watch us and translate our laws,
Governor Will-Nill elected because
Vincent the Tiger's asleep on his arms
Call in the doctor and don't do no harm
We were talking like animals, animals.
We hide on hillsides and eat things for fun,
We float like horseflies on ribbons of love
Bullets of honey to sweeten the bluff