Lyrics:

Hugh:
'When those of us who are committed to the creation of aural sculpture, can no longer sit and tolerate
The prostitution of sound that is proliferating around us, it is time to speak out. the musicians of our
Times are harlots and charlatans, who use science without being scientists and abuse art without being
Artists. We are witnessing the demise of music, so be it. The world must prepare itself to herald the advent of
Aural sculpture, whose presence can now be shared with the fortunate few who have the ears to hear,
The vision to see and the intelligence to comprehend.'

(Random keyboard effects)

'Wait, I feel something stirring... are we witnessing the birth of a sculpture? Within the confines of these
Concentric grooves an immaculate conception is about to take place... listen... can you hear? The catharsis
Of the birth is almost too much to bear, it is emerging, it's glistening form and its voluptuous curves
Harken to the ecstatic crescendos of the newly-born, spreading to fill the vacuum of your pathetic little
Lives... David will now describe the infant...'

Dave:
(Can't make out what he says here, but he's obviously reading from a keyboard manual).

Hugh:
'Oh, the bliss! Oh, the pleasure caressing your ears! how can you have survived until this historic moment?
How could the world have continued to mark time whilst writhing in ignorance as to the future of the ageing
Creature known as music. Behold, the Stranglers bring you aural sculpture!'

(Drums enter)