It's a Mystic Trip - Robyn Hitchcock

Judith, come and get your apples

Don’t expect not to be scratched

Let them ferment in your hotbed

Looks to me like your pilchards’ve hatched

You said «Hey hey hey hey, it’s a mystic trip,»

«Hey hey hey hey, why don’t you try it?»

Trevor, come and shave your playmates

The bells are slowing down, the sacrifice is due

If you had to take the choice between a single line and thin line and a

wrinkled thing and, uh

But you wouldn’t know which part of the body really suits you?

Hey hey hey hey, it’s a mystic trip

Hey hey hey hey, why don’t you try it?

Janice, don’t go and squat in the nettles

Last week three people came in to be dignified and they all got stung

Lucy put a bean in her nostril

And Mr. Watkins said «Well, where there’s a barrel, there’s a bung!»

Hey hey hey hey, it’s a mystic trip

Hey hey hey hey, why don’t you try it?

Hey hey hey hey, it’s a mystic trip

Hey hey hey hey, why don’t you try it?

Try it?

Try it?