King Crimson – Indoor Games Lyrics

Indoor fireworks amuse your kitchen staff
Dusting plastic garlic plants
They snigger in the draught
When you ride throw the parlour
Wearing nothing but your armour –
Playing Indoor Games. High bender-trender it’s all Indoor Games. One string puppet shows amuse
Your sycophantic friends
Who cheer your rancid recipes
In fear they might offend,
Whilst you loaf on your sofa
Sporting falsies and a toga –
Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games. Each afternoon you train baboons to sing
Or swim in purple perspex water wings. They slide across your frying pan
And fertilise your fire;
Still you and Jones go madder
Broken bones – broken ladder –
Hey Ho … Your mean teetotum spins arouse your seventh wife
Who pats her sixty little skins
And reinsures your life,
Whilst you sulk in your sauna
‘Cos you lost your jig-saw corner –
Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games. Come Saturday jump chopper, chelsea brigade. No ball bagatelle incites
Your children to corspire.