Cotton Wool by Wendyhouse

Pokemon’s dead watching poetry stories
Sally’s sprained her ankle trailing silver-tone scooter
Johnny’s warrant’s due at the wrong time of year
The sun’s zooming in, I live by the sea

Cotton wool
Santa Claus bleeds
Cotton wool
Easter bunnies
Cotton wool
Australia’s made of cotton wool
The moon’s not made of cheese

There’s an army of zoids who’ve got the same lotion,
drink the same potion, watch the same film
It all sounds like clichés, it’s not like that these days,
Ken and Barbie disassembled themselves

Cotton wool
Santa Claus bleeds
Cotton wool
Easter Island
Cotton wool
Cheese is made of cotton wool
Clouds over Bethle-Barbie-hem’s disinfected left arm

Hey, but if I was Barbie, but then again no,
or the man who doesn’t eat on the breakfast day show
I don’t have much money, neither do you
so let’s sit and fry by the barbeque

Cotton wool
Santa Claus needs
Cotton wool
I need it too
The moon is made of
Cotton wool
No job, no car, no life or so they say
Cotton wool
Santa Claus feeds
Cotton wool
I feed it too, Shazam was made of cotton wool
No job, no carnal life or so they say
No job, no carnal life or so they say

• Alternative
• Comedy
• Folk
• Novelty
• Punk
• toy music
• Wellington