Perhaps Contraption — Mum is your Dad (& your Dad is your Mum) lyrics

Lyrics

Being alive
Is such fun
But you don’t know when you’re going to die
That’s okay
We’re having fun
But we still don’t know when we’re going to die
Dead! Dead Dead
Dead! Dead
Dead Dead! Dead
Hands holding hands
Glands kissing glands
Keep things from being irrebuttably bland
Blaaaaaand This is very blaaaand
Hey
Dead, dead, dead, the fun
Thanks to the sun
For making my chums
Dead, dead, the fun
Thanks to the sun
For making my chums and all other life on earth
Dead Dead Dead
Fun, dead, dead, the fun
Thanks to the dust
For forming our stuff
Your mum is your dad and your dad is your mum’s gran’s aunt and your son
S-son s-son
Dead Dead Dead
FUN, dead, dead, no fun, fun
Thanks to the sun
For making all’s lovers, brothers, aunts and cousins (Dead?) Dead we are one
Dead Dead Dead
Thanks to (la laa)
The sun (la laa)
For shining sweetly and (la laa la)
Breathing chums. (la laa)
It’s wiser (la laa)
To know that (la laa)
Mum’s your dad and your (la laa la)
Dad is your mum (la laa)
Thanks to (la laa)
The sun (la laa)
For swelling steeply and (la laa la)
Breathing chums (la laa)
Pah pah ta kah pah ta croo bop badum
Mum is your Dad and your Dad is your Mum
Monotony isn’t really much fun
And Dad is your Mum and your Mum is your Dad
Where folly is faulty and dying is DEAD
It’s wiser to know that you don’t know there’s nothing at all
Nicer to show that you do know you’re having a ball
It’s harder to grow on the thought that you’re arbitrary
'cause one day we’ll be rotting slowly
Wiser to know that you don’t know there’s nothing at all
(right at all, you’re right at all, you’re buried, buried)
Harder to grow on the thought that you’re arbitrary
(Soon you will be dead and buried, dead and buried)
Buried under your feet
ONE day you’ll be ROTting slowly ROTting slowly
BURied under your feet
SOON you better be DEAD and buried DEAD and buried
Dead
WISer to KNOW that you DON’T know there’s
NOTHING at all
HARDer to GROW on the THOUGHT that you’re
Arbitrary