(Sausages are good
Sausages are good
We are all sausages.)

(One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four.)

Is this my chance, for goodness sake
To make the point I've tried to make
For all my lifetime, give or take a year?
And now it comes as no surprise:
The world gets lost, the world gets wise
So dot your Ts, and cross your Is, my dear

And it's a golden opportunity
To take a stand and claim immunity
Against the threat of more community service
And you would think that they'd catch on to us
The odds are stacked and vaguely nocuous
Together we will make the octopus nervous

We don't have guns, we don't have knives
But we've been waiting all our lives
And wait until the day arrives, we will
We don't pretend we're fighting crime
We see the world in lemon lime
The only casualty's the time we kill
But still, a lot of things are problematical
There is an urge to wax fanatical
But we will not fall prey to radicalism
Well never mind, ‘cause here's another thing
You won't believe what we're discovering
And you can see it through the hovering prism

This is the fancy pants manifesto
This is the fancy pants manifesto
This is the fancy pants manifesto
And now you know

This is the fancy pants manifesto
This is the fancy pants manifesto
This is the fancy pants manifesto
And now you know