Lyrics It's a Mystic Trip - Robyn Hitchcock

It's a Mystic Trip

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?