Vic and Bob’s take on windmills of your mind
Like a shrimp in a suitcase laying on a window ledge, like a pair of tartan slippers and they’re underneath a hedge, like a scout master at daybreak putting peanuts in his glove, like a specially formed ice arch for climbing over doves, like a sardine in a hair net and he’s staring at a priest. These things you’ll find constantly irritate our minds. Like a sugar unicycle that’s being ridden by a fork, like a batten berg owned by Jesus that can miraculously talk, like a lemon pip with sideboards fighting a bearded crab, or Bono in a boob tube on the choir master’s lap, like a elaborate heating system apparently in Kent. These things you’ll find constantly irritate our minds. Like a badger with an afro throwing sparklers at the Pope, like a family of foxes and they’re glowering at some soap, like a lump of Nazi nougat walking down an avenue, like a Tudor vacuum cleaner saying “How do you do?” like a kestrel having sex above a television set. These things you’ll find constantly irritate our minds.
