King Crimson - Indoor Games lyrics

Dusting plastic garlic plants

They snigger in the draught

When you ride through the parlour

Wearing nothing but your armour-

Playing 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.

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 jigsaw corner-

Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games.

Each afternoon you train baboons to sing

Or swim in purple perspex water wings.

Come Saturday jump hopper, chelsea brigade,

High bender-trender it's all Indoor Games.

No ball bagatelle incites

Your children to conspire,

They slide across your frying pan

And fertilize your fire;

Still you and Jones go madder

Broken bones-broken ladder-

Hey Ho .