Everywhere there is caravan
Stalkers with mirrors are all around
In abundance there is sacrifice
The bitumen is attractive
But not as much as the flash-card windows
The seat-stealers are in search of
Anything for two, there is thanks
For the ladies and the smoker's coughs are
Sunnied, skin and bulk...being in bulk...
Do they realize Britain's railways have to be cleared?
Or will they spend their lives in collective fear of spiders?