Robyn Hitchcock - It's a Mystic Trip Lyrics

Judith, come and get your apples
Don't expect not to be scratched
Let them ferment in your hotbed
Looks to me like your pilchards've hatched

You said
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's a mystic trip
Hey, hey, hey, hey, why don't you try it?

Trevor, come and shave your playmates
The bells are slowing down, the sacrifice is due
Do you have to take the choice between
A single line and thin line and a wrinkled thing and a [unverified] ?
Well, you wouldn't know which part of the body really suits you

Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's a mystic trip
Hey, hey, hey, hey, why don't you try it?

Janice, don't go and squat in the nettles
Last week three people came in
To be dignified and they all got stung
Lucy put a bean in her nostril, and Mr. Watkins said
Well, where there's a barrel, there's a bung

Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's a mystic trip
Hey, hey, hey, hey, why don't you try it?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's a mystic trip
Hey, hey, hey, hey, why don't you try it?
Try it?
Try it?