Kazoongas (Ponte/Chávarri) 2007

I went to my funeral to see who would attend.
Corpore in sepulto I looked swanky and debonair.
There were crying ladies but I knew not one of them.
Then I tried to pinch their bottoms
But my hand would not touch their flesh.

Every time I try to eat the food falls on the floor,
And I keep forgetting that the walls are now decor.
I can walk between the ticks of all grandfather clocks.
And I seem to enjoy the night time,
All the stars seem so much closer now.

I began to spot kazoongas wearing their gaudy clothes.
They can walk a silly walk and keep their trousers on.
They regard themselves as enlightened technocrats.
But when no one's looking they enjoy their whacky pranks,
Day after day.

I met one chatty kazoonga who taught me all the tricks.
We are made of entropy and twist the laws for kicks.
We make sure that your machines malfunction and break down,
And I pinch your bottoms when an innocent's around
To take the blame.