Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger Lyrics - Singles - Soft Boys

She bangs a bowl 

She bangs a bat 

She bangs a ball and builds her cat 

She bangs her head 

Against the wall 

She bangs her head and slides her fat 

She catches Handel in her flat 

Her man is right 

In greasy silk 

A split tomato in his mind 

A crumpled heart 

Sags to the sea 

Tomato heart escaping gas 

She has her man in rubber skin 

Of all the people that I know 

The ones I like I love the best 

The fishes in the sewer pipes 

The highway man is yellow stripes 

At least I'm not a coathanger 

Vyrna Knowl you're a headbanger 

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bang 

She tangs her fag 

She taints her cyst 

She fludles gun around her rug 

She twists her fang 

She tugs her foot 

She muffles hamsters in a squat 

Her hair's on his marshmallow pout 

His head is rich 

Enough to burst 

Fresh ale and flies on melon halves were like enstrung 

Around her calves 

You wind up living somewhere cheap 

And die upon a compost heap 

Well all the people I don't know 

The ones I do I hate the most 

The twisted father of mankind 

'S enough to drive a poor boy blind 

At least I'm not a coathanger 

Vyrna Knowl you're a headbanger 

Bang 

She bangs it once and that's no lies 

She bangs it twice and both her eyes 

Come dangle out on yo-yo strings 

Her head bore branches on a sheath 

And Vyrna bubbles on the heath 

"My heart is full of soap," she sighs 

A tounge of stalk 

And tender leaves 

And then she'll eat 

Her skull it ____ and splits 

And like an egg 

It dribbles down your inside leg 

Don't get me wrong I'm quite okay 

She tounges a cat 

She tounges a cake 

She throws transistors in a lake 

She throws her head 

Far through the door 

I wonder what she does that for 

I wonder what she think I gots 

Yeah, listen Vyrna 

(Shutdown) 

There ain't nothing in here but your own sweet mind 

(Shutdown) 

If it bothers you we can turn it off 

(Shutdown) 

With your silly red shoes and your grecian urn 

(Shutdown) 

And your feet potted out of a veiled cocoon 

(Shutdown) 

Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red scone 

A rotting statue on a feathery dawn 

Invented you one summer's morn 

At least I'm not a coathanger 

Vyrna Kowl you're a headbanger