Teksty: Cream. Wheels Of Fire. Pressed Rat And Warthog.

Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop
They didn't want to, 'twas all they had got
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat
And Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet

Sadly they left, telling no one goodbye
Pressed Rat wore red jodhpurs, Warthog a striped tie
Between them, they carried a three-legged sack
Went straight 'round the corner and never came back

Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop
The bad captain madman had told them to stop
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat
And Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet

The bad captain madman had ordered their fate
He laughed and stomped off with a nautical gate
The gate turned into a deroga tree
And his peg leg got woodworm, broke into three

Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop
They didn't want to, 'twas all they had got
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat
And Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet