Tally-ho the huntsmen cry - the quarry is in sight
Blood & guts will satisfy - the huntsmen’s appetite
But one hunter world around - who’s foremost without shame
Is the loathsome creep who plays - the rubbernecking game
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Rubbernecking - rubbernecking
One things true - through life I reckon
It’s that you - view rubbernecking
From Peru - to Ecclefechan
Members of the caoutchouc** tribe - that’s rubber tree to you **(cow-chook)
All have bungee necks to check - a fatal wreck or two
Their eyes gaze like eyes that blaze - from skulls of living dead
Zombies feed where people bleed - and angels fear to tread
Chorus:
Eyes on storks like champagne corks - go popping in the crowd
Standing there to drool and stare - as welcome as a shroud
Toxic eyes that swarm like flies - to spark their optic nerves
Dorks that gawk and hunt like hawks - are voyeuristic pervs
Chorus:
Heard a rubbernecker died - his funeral arranged
People stood at his graveside - condolences exchanged
No sight of his corpse was seen - then someone cried out loud
He’s not in his coffin man - he’s in the bloody crowd
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