The Age of the Bugs

Four majestic mop-head bugs,

Screeching, cheering, hairy hugs

Embraced the world and tickled all

And taught them all

The screeching, hairy bugs' new way-

Babies' bottoms dawning day

For the Age of the Bugs!

(The Age of the Bugs!)

Many Cheshire Copy Cats

And Two-faced Dogs and Dirty Rats

Moved their paws to squash the bugs

And share the hugs of Money Avenues and Penny Lanes-

Inspiration's Fountain reigns

On the Age of the Bugs!

(The Age of the Bugs!)

But the bugs refused to halt their climb

Upon the Rock that swings in time

To the Music they inspired!

Juicy truffles, savoy-wired,

Another Fool was so damned tired!

Helter Skelter tripping suns

Watching sacrilegious nuns

Pray for the Age of the Bugs!

(The Age of the Bugs!)

The Age of the Bugs!

(The Age of the Bugs)

But broken was their final Fate,

A twist of cosmic masterbate!

But growing rocks and stone-hard trees

Live on with uncontested ease!

For theirs was still a growing time

With peace pipes smoked and treaties signed

In the Age of the Bugs!

(The Age of the Bugs!)

Bach's contempory did a jig

As Eleonor picked up his wig

And asked if she could stay a while.

Tickets were sold for the Mystery Ride

Leaving lovers who tried to hide

Eyes of colored rainbow-tears:

Reflections of colored years

Of the Age of the Bugs!

(The Age of the Bugs!)

The Age of the Bugs!

(The Age of the Bugs!)