Slinky Man

I'm the Slinky man, I'm floppy I become a palm tree after anti-long Where's my luck when I need him the most? He's a ghost At home, masturbating cumming in a wine glass This is becoming a farce, comedy Taking the piss, it isn't on pal And I'm curious Has anybody realised that clapping does nothing? Pat you on the back so you feel good dying The people that you save are the ones enslaving you, enslaving you, enslaving you, enslaving you Digits set by oppressors and jesters, they're having a laugh and get the monkey to dance