Lets start things off with toothsucks and a scoff
Forget your own breakfest so go suck on a mop
A twelve foot tall murderous psycho slime ball
A handful of quarters, two phones
Who would you call
You took the bus, you didnt get no guff
But your Corinthian leather is starting to rust
You dont know how much it will cost when you get there
But you've got a loan from a man with no hair
In the ones and the twos you knot the strings in your shoes
You've eaten the breadcrumbs you were leaving as clues
So just sit down relax, smoke some good pot
So the knots in your throat dont translate into gutt rot

Say hey hey Doris Day, like you I got my own way
Yeah they wrote me in the scripture, threw me my parade
Yet they tar and they feather the Bulls of Chicago
You got lost in the crowd asking me where whered your ma go
Full of hot air you say that life is a bust
But your political refuse ahs bitten the dust
So long to your suits and your ties and your yes men
Your big giant apes with fat hogs fucking fat hens
You took the bus, you didnt get no guff
But your Corinthian leather is starting to rust
You dont know how much it will cost when you get there
But you've got a loan from a man with no hair