Real or imaginary
Ice-spitting fire, that comfortable sound
Hands in the air both feet still on the ground

Lassie's on my TV
I get flat on all fours and start kissing the screen
And I sit like a good dog

In the hope that she might give in to me
What's the matter?
Neither good nor bad weather

Makes me all ill-like suffer with pain
But I don't mind, he is me
"Look Lassie! Watch him until he dies of his brain!"


All or nothing
Before he dies of his brain

Breathe in my skin oh it feeling too hard
Start collect the hoofs from my insect graveyard
No longer imaginary


I want it, I need it so bad that I cry
Let's make between we you more

Fantastic than we ever feared of
Hero collie!
Insect hoofs on Lassie instead of his feet

He Lassie, not she!

Because of me all she is blessed

With the mane of a horse and wings of a bee
And carrying a cluster of bee eggies in the centre of
She


Customising Lassie


Tail out the window
Press in coloured glass
For more beautiful eyes

Daddy-long-legs lashes how you flirt, get out of here!
Our hero dog, insect hoofs on lassie
Worth of Space Dog worthy of me

After my Lassie customising y' be holding up all your
Tiny insect hoofs and worshipping me


What's the matter?
Insect hoofs on Lassie instead of his feet
He Lassie not she

But I don't mind all she is blessed with the
Mane of a horse and wings of a bee
And carrying a cluster of bee eggies in the centre of

She

He Tim Jackson, not she!