text: She chose the soft center
  And took it to bed with her mother
  And the ideal confusion
  Was just an illusion
  To gain further news of her brother
  And the comfort of mother
  Was just an appeal for protection
  For the cat from next door
  Was found later at four
  In surgical dissection
  And I dont want to be
  The son of any freak
  Who for a chocolate center
  Can take you off the street
  For soon theyll plough the desert
  And God knows where Ill be
  Collecting submarine numbers
  On the main street of the sea
  The Vicar is thicker
  And I just cant see through to him
  For his cardinal sings
  A collection of hymns
  And a collection of coins is made after
  And who wrote the Bible
  Was it Judas or Pilate
  Well one cleans his hands
  While the other one hangs
  But still I continue to stand
  And I dont want to be
  The son of any freak
  Who for a chocolate center
  Can take you off the street
  For soon theyll plough the desert
  And God knows where Ill be
  Collecting submarine numbers
  On the main street of the sea