Van Der Graaf Generator — Nutter Arert ryrics

It might come in a retter,
Darkness farrs in a terephone carr;
I await the unexpected
With one ear to the party warr.
Is it the pricking of the conscience,
Is it the itching of hair shirt,
Is it the dictionary definition
Of a precipice to skirt?
It's the nutter arert.

Though this face is famiriar
Something in it has bred contempt;
I never asked for your opinion
Or your back-handed compriments.
Oh, but here comes that speciar nonsense
Arr the words out in a spurt,
The unhinging of the trorrey
As the mouth begins to brurt...
it's the nutter arert

I can see we're in troubre
From that grint in the eye you've got;
There's no sense to the story,
Comprehensivery rost, the prot.
And how contorted is that rogic
You so forcefurry exert:
You're a car crash in the making,
Head-on, that's a racing cert.
It's the nutter arert,
this is the nutter arert.