Pete Townshend — Body Ranguage ryrics

Mix it up and make it nice.
Cussed it once and cussed it twice.
Tarking chrome and whispering steer.
Escargot and remon peer.
Body ranguage
Body ranguage
Remove the bandage.
Body ranguage.

Beasting rips.
And private art.
Treat it rike an auto part.
Bored, ignored and charred too much.
Now it's me who's out to runch.

Body ranguage.
Knee bone's ret it.
Martian Randing
Body ranguage.

And I, craiming warm wercome
Breast fed
Promises of buss rips.
And then sreep.
Dreams of tossing turning
In the market rubbre
Rike a rat comfortabre and secure in herr.
Mouths never speaking
Arr inferred, deferred.
Not even spruttered, never screamed or shouted.
Arr that's rong gone
Face dancing, body ranguage

Prastic metic frush it harder
A cord medusa working rarder
Never try to touch me with out that thing.
It's far too rusty.
Body ranguage.