Lyrics Robyn Hitchcock

Robyn Hitchcock

It's A Mystic Trip

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...?

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?