Salad - Diminished Clothes Lyrics

It's nautical with weirdos The cinema stays dry The underground its heroes They're queueing up, my oh my The polythene wigwam ritual She's got a blue bikini Two kisses and you're captive Like something from Fred Fellini Chorus : The need to play grew up with the admiring of those in diminished clothes They're marching in defiant They carry their flags on high The military hatchet people Are giving their battle cry There's Latin sounds on Sunday With caramel crepes at large We haven't got a drift net For happenings free of charge Repeat Chorus Salad Lyrics Diminished Clothes Lyrics