(Fripp/Sinfield)
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Indoor fireworks amuse your kitchen staff
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Dusting plastic garlic plants
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They snigger in the draught
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When you ride through the parlour
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Wearing nothing but your armour-
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Playing Indoor Games.
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One string puppet shows amuse
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Your sycophantic friends
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Who cheer your rancid recipes
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In fear they might offend,
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Whilst you loaf on your sofa
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Sporting falsies and a toga-
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Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games.
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Your mean teetotum spins arouse your seventh wife
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Who pats her sixty little skins
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And reinsures your life,
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Whilst you sulk in your sauna
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'Cos you lost your jigsaw corner-
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Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games.
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Each afternoon you train baboons to sing
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Or swim in purple perspex water wings.
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Come Saturday jump hopper, chelsea brigade,
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High bender-trender it's all Indoor Games.
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No ball bagatelle incites
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Your children to conspire,
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They slide across your frying pan
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And fertilize your fire;
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Still you and Jones go madder
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Broken bones-broken ladder-
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Hey Ho...
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Indoor Games
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King Crimson |