Travolta (quote Unquote) Lyrics - Mr. Bungle

All behold the spectacle 

A fleshy limbless rectangle 

Sitting on a pedestal 

So nasal handicapable 

Sniff and remember silver ball 

Contortions that he can't recall 

The torso on a trampoline 

The happiness melts into dream 

To talk is an enunciated sneeze 

To taste is some foul air to breathe 

One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll most likely live forever! 

He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite 

And he fucks himself as he fucks the world 

His twitching brain can dance within 

Gyrating more like gelatin 

A secret means of ecstasy 

Acute and very olfactory 

To see is colors crawling in the nose 

To hear is stinking highs and lows 

He's got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away 

With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt 

'cause he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta 

Smell, Sweat, Movement. 

Everyone's dancing. 

Disco. 

Dimple. 

Fading. Darker. 

A subtle fragrance. 

Faint. 

Everyone's dancing without him. 

Where did it go? 

Dark. 

Odorless. 

Nothing.