Irate Caterpillar Lyrics - Hugh Cornwell

The other night I chanced upon an irate caterpillar 

He was irate he had a darting face 

Crinkled with old forms 

Appendage arms spread out fanlike glancing 

His string noise boxes 

The rest were a howling wolf 

Afraid to be left upright against sleeping forte 

Calling to the caterpillar 

Throughout the time span 

Wanting to be fed wanting attention 

Wanting waiting full of tension 

They don't crowd the spiderlike object 

They didn't object at least not many 

Just waiting for the next creak 

From his aching limbs to reach their brains through 

Cup-like objects stuck on the sides of their heads 

No-one joked no-one spoke 

They became embarrassed and planted contempt 

Under their haunches 

When the caterpillar rested 

His appendages ummed 

His appendages arred 

But not connecting with 

The string noise boxes 

And... 

They...all just gazed 

The other night I chanced upon an irate caterpillar (repeat)