Dancing Did - The Headmaster And The Fly Lyrics
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    The Headmaster And The Fly

    A quiet darkened, quite still, no enquiries, headmaster's study
    Suffocating oak panels, smothering in soft shiny beeswax
    Yellow painted plaster mock Tudor roses dripping from the ceiling
    Tiger skin blending into faded blood red thread-bare carpet
    Diamond-paned, nicotine stained glass windows
    A mighty pigskin covered desk, with ornate, ivory, antique inkstand
    Behind the desk a man
    The head ... master

    Dustless eyelids open
    And revеaled in the reflеction
    Of his large pupils, a small pupil
    Requiring summary correction

    Bulging eyes regard the boy
    With measured mock astonishment
    Then a raising of eyebrows and grinding of teeth
    Heralds the coming admonishment

    Pursed lips open alligator slow, as deep red tongue flicks around its dark wet home
    Words fall croaking out, bump off the huge desk, bang round the walls
    Climb up mullioned windows, but miss the young miscreant's ears
    It's then that the fly appears

    No knocks or appointments, just straight through the window

    Its black shiny body makes straight for the dead smell of the headmaster
    Where it wildly buzzes around his head, like a playful miniature vulture
    A precise thin, white chalk steeped swat misses the circling insect
    As it farts and darts away
    To a speck of dust where it sheds a million germs that run amok
    And copulate unnoticed on the headmaster's desk top
    It climbs and dives, it climbs and dives, it climbs and dives, it climbs and dives

    It loops the loop, it drops a mid-air shit without a care
    As the ancient man drones on and on, it screeches through the air
    As the ancient man drones on and on, it screeches through the air
    As the ancient man drones on and on, it screeches through the air
    As the ancient man drones on and on, it screeches through the air

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