Fluffhead Lyrics - Junta - Phish

Fluffhead was a man with a horrible disease 

Could not find no cure, won't you help him if you please? 

Fluffhead 

Fluffhead 

Fluff came to my door askin' me for change 

His eyes were clear and pure but his mind was so deranged 

Fluffhead 

Fluffhead 

Fluff went to a banker askin' for some bills 

The banker said, "I ain't got that but I sure got some powerful pills" 

Oh yeah 

Fluffhead 

Fluffhead