Walter the Occultist is sleeping in the parlour, His tarot is stained with cuccumber and tomato, The kettle bubbles over, calls the caged canary 'Walter, mind the shop".
"Walter can you tell us" ask the fat girls from the chorus, "Will we be happy and the Gods they be for us, And what do the cards say about those men we met upon the pier?"
Once there were stars behind his eyes, But now they have dimmed and crystalised, The Gods are cruel, they tease the fool, Who lifts the veil.
Walter reads the tea leaves spread on the Sunday papers, The things that he sees there would astonish all his neighbours, The strongman and the midget, the bearded lady and the tattooed twins.
Once there were stars behind his eyes, But now they have dimmed and crystalised, The Gods are cruel, they tease the fool, Who lifts the veil.