A crumbling Georgian folly Fantastic shapes absurd An aging border collie With lots of sheep to herd A mind that holds opposing views It's every woman's right to choose The Tasman Sea from high above A pigeon flying down Wall Street The day before the crash The players we'd be signing If we but had the cash The front door bell begins to ring You can't have chips with everything The Bossa Nova starts to trend It's how the world will end It's not very hard to try To think of superman as bi I think that we all knew But it's news to Nietzsche (News to Nietzsche, news to Nietzsche) In every major city In fact, in every town You see those wee allotments Where they grow new pronouns Some grow up stunted, some grow tall Some never seem to grow at all Those ones are thrown into a well The front door bell begins to ring You can't have chips with everything The Bossa Nova starts to trend It's how the world will end