The Planets

I. Mars – Bringer of War We don't want to fight you, it's a lousy war I tell you it's murder out here My best buddy got it in the eye Now he ain't seeing things too clear We all know that you've got your job to do We don't mean it personally at all But while you bloody rotten bastards threaten our way of life We're gonna get you by the balls My momma was a flower-child back in sixty-six My daddy ran the Village Voice I burnt my draft-card like the other guys But Sam said "Boy, there ain't no choice" So we're lying here, cold with sweat and fear Answering Liberty's call And while you bloody rotten bastards threaten our way of life You're gonna get it in the balls So we're lying here, cold with sweat and fear Answering Liberty's call And while you bloody rotten bastards threaten our way of life You're gonna get it You're gonna get it You're gonna get it in the balls Ii. Venus – Bringer of Peace Mackie's gone on rubber, while our Debbie digs her brother And their Des is doing well on the game Eddie's got some notion that to get the right emotion You've got to make it out in the rain It's love, it's love Or something of the kind But eighty combinations Don't bring peace of mind Peter likes to show it and Penny loves to blow it On a rainy day she puts it away: Johnnie takes a hard line trying to score among the big time Who come around to Annabelle's to play It's love, it's love Or something of the kind But eighty combinations Don't bring peace of mind Iii. Mercury – The Winged Messenger Takin' all the hits, makin' all the, breakin' all the hits Takin' all the, makin' all the hits Breakin' all the hits Your Happy Station Wakin' with the news, makin' with the, breakin' with the news Wakin' with the, makin'with the news Breakin' with the news Communication M...marvellous M...magnanimous M...much more music and fun to keep you gay Iv. Jupiter – Bringer of Jollity So nice to have a party So nice to see you there No need for conversation So nice to sit and stare Such entertaining people So elegant and smart Would someone pass the matches And let the party start? That amiable feeling You only find with friends You'll know them so much better Before the party ends Thanks for a lovely evening It must be time for bed I'll ring you in the morning To find out what I said V. Saturn – Bringer of Old Age Pray for the man of one hundred and thirty four Features as firm as a boy of fifteen With no wrinkles or blemish he's smooth as a pebble And tries to remember the course of his life His heartbeat is steady, the heart of a truck-driver Lungs of a college-girl hit by a tram His kidneys are plastic, his genital functions Controlled by a motor attached to his thigh Only his mind's his own With all its reason flown Pray for the man with a life never ending Pray for the man who is living, living, living, living, ... Vi. Uranus – The Magician Trick cyclist, take me with for the ride You say I've got a damaged ego somewhere inside A case of deep depression on account of the repression That I got while I was sucking at my mother's breast That he got while he was sucking at his mother's breast Trick cyclist, let you into my soul Fifty one-hour sessions and you say I'll be whole You say I'm ineffectual on account of I'm bisexual Due to lactic malnutrition at my mother's breast Due to lactic malnutrition at his mother's breast Trick cyclist, gotta cast me a spell I need the mumbo-jumbo that you do so well: I've got to get transference for the beneficial furtherance Of an integrated, liberated, animated, unfrustrated personality Vii. Neptune – The Mystic When Man throws God right out of the window It ain't so much a case of He don't believe in nothing But more a case that he Believes in anything and everything... like Maharishi, numerology, astrology, guru guru - shedoo bedoo Transcendental meditation, Yin and Yang, macrobiotic food – shedoo bedoo Scientology, black magic, Tarot, table turning and Voodoo And U F Os U F off Naturism, yoga, student power, black is beautiful – oh yeah! Extra-sensory perception, love-ins and Joanna Southcott's Box – shedoo bedoo God, you'd never credit all the things that ordinary people do...