A song to the tune of Streets of London
Have you seen the clay man,
Standing on the skeleton,
Drinking cups of Bovril from the Plasticine goldfish.
Let me take your weary eyes,
And lead you through the films of Poland,
I’ll show you something to really blow your mind.
Have you seen the moving stones,
Grinding out a melody,
And the organ-grinder who’s made from fuzzy felt,
And the tatty bendy toy, singing out to “Day-oh”,
Yes, I’ll show you something, to really blow your mind.
So let us meet the pipe-cleaners,
Climbing through the bombsites,
Educating pioneers and crumbling regal dolls,
They will end as Soviet jeeps,
Flying fabric cosmonauts,
In the animation, that really blows your mind.