Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
[repeats 4x]
pu-pupate, pu pate,
pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate¦

I should peddle butterflies
there's a shortage in the city,
I'll stand on the street corner
all myserious and giddy,
when the passers by pass by
I will open up my trenchcoat,
they will see the butterflies
dangling like fake rolexes¦

Every morning I wake up
with a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on my fake moustache
I'll drink heineken eat cornflakes¦

then I'll call my mum and dad
tell them that I'm doing fine,
or I'll write a tipsy letter
to a real good friend of mine,
or I'll jump upon the bed
waltzing madly with the broomstick
but before I leave the house
I will paint my lips with lipstick¦

But peddling is a dirty sport
there's competition in the city,
everyone is on a street corner
all mysterious and giddy.
Some are selling bags and shoes,
some are selling books and gold,
I've been standing here for days
not one butterfly's been sold¦

And how I'm
Aching to pupate
aching to pup-p-p-pate
(repeats 4x)
pu-pu-pate, pupate,
pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.