Mr. Pinkus Songtext / Lyric

Mr.Pinkus needs a proper suit

A cellphone by his side

A pair of wing tipped patent leather shoes

An authoritative tie

Searching in big pockets

For that tiny rocket

No grip can relinquish

This symphony of Pinkus



Mr. Pinkus needs to be alone

And recollect his thoughts

He knows exactly what he is

And everything he's not

Searching in big pockets

For that tiny rocket

No one can distinguish

Between me and Pinkus






Pinkus, sing a song for me

A simple Pinkus melody

A rhapsody of merriment and joy

Pull it Pinkus - Pull it tight

Pull it pinkus - Don't be shy

Don't be sheepish Pinkus, don't be coy

I want a human face

A normal, human human's face

A face to make my human mother weep

Get that thing away from me

It's enormous and it's scaring me

And I hear that it's been killing off the sheep



Morning after, the world's a mess

Yeah the world's a mess

You keep talking



On the archipegalo

The Pinki frolic to and fro

Singing in a mighty voice sublime

I've been waiting all my life

Pulling it with all my might

Waiting for the Pinkus to arrive