How To Make It Big In Hospital - Wigwam

Well I burnt my suit and I shaved my head

And I hunt for cherokees

And I trip up scouts, but I don’t use knees

'cos I don’t like blood on my dungerees

And I thrown out all my groovy beads and bells

And bangles

Yes I roam my town for a red or brown

With my house-trained pet mongoose

Well he’s pretty tame 'til he gets cut loose

And I knot my tie in a hangman’s noose

And I thrown out my Stanley Mathews tips on

How to make it big on the right-wing

My job at the butcher’s

Pays well, educates me

Fat pig, first the lungs and then liver

Yeah, yeah, chop it into suey

Then hang, swing it in the window for a week

Well, my first name’s Fred and it rhymes with de

And I don’t take groovy jive

Try it on and you won’t leave alive

So just don’t get near to my half-pint beer

And I thrown out all my William Burroughs books on

How to make it big in hospital