She chose the soft center   And took it to bed with her mother   And the ideal confusion   Was just an illusion   To gain further news of her brother      And the comfort of mother   Was just an appeal for protection   For the cat from next door   Was found later at four   In surgical dissection      And I don't want to be   The son of any freak   Who for a chocolate center   Can take you off the street      For soon they'll plough the desert   And God knows where I'll be   Collecting submarine numbers   On the main street of the sea      The Vicar is thicker   And I just can't see through to him   For his cardinal sings   A collection of hymns   And a collection of coins is made after      And who wrote the Bible   Was it Judas or Pilate   Well one cleans his hands   While the other one hangs   But still I continue to stand