Letras
Huddle up to the scuttlebutt
Check out the burlap sack
With the girl that I snap back
Here
I'm the Don Simper on Yom Kippur
The guest props like sweatshops when third world debt stops
Had my ups and downs from cups and crowns
To humble pie, crumble, cry and mumble
Why is there a man strolling with feet so swollen?
He wears two walking cashews, I guess his real shoes were stolen
So I'm gift tossing from the wrist like a discus
A homemade coupon good for one dishwashing
Two T's and a dot, we're like peas in a pod
Discussing the reasons to even the odds
And hold the reins to the chariot of the proletariat
I yelp, the words we're fearing require thirty year hearing
Nearing a forty story jeans out of square cut from the strip
By the guy who lived inside so Zamarica get in
I lobbed a peanut butter pinecone, bird feeder poppy seed rhinestone
And flew off to the very next time zone
This job is killing me softly, willingly, offbeat
Bipolar people shouldn't drink coffee
Hopefully we'll all build to peace
But the kill deceased, build the beast
Declared endangered still decrees
Forward and back
Hump your boyfriend
I'm out of here