作词 : Beddington, Smith
The harpy was the tops
Whose hair contained some red
Thin white skeleton
Just too good in bed
 
Her mother from the circus
Put her on Junior Showtime
Her father was much worse
Can't put why in this line
 
Sing, harpy
Descend, harpy
 
And in the little village
She was without malice
 
She left the moors behind her
And the beige heather
Packed her placky bag
With blocks of brown cannabis
 
Descend, harpy
Sing, harpy
 
She took a lousy Wednesday
Turned it into cold spring
She got taller by the minute
 
She could sell you anything
 
Sing, harpy
Descend, harpy
Sing, harpy
 
And the morning after
I was quite astonished
 
She gripped me like a hawk
Her talons were quite famished
 
Ascend, harpy
Sing, harpy
Descend, harpy
Give me harpy