They call it sexual athletics. It doesn't rhyme with anything. That's why I'm the sex king. Sex king on a velvet swing. Waiting for my Alice in Wonderland.
One summer night. I will call you up. Summer night. You will fall in love. Now that you're gone. I can't go living every night. When I ask you to be. .
Time is up your doomsday clock sealed. Carry the cross, boy, and make your bed. In a place where all is unknown. Face behind the mask of the sky. Halfway spinning to a better place.
Jello, jello, jello, jello, jello. Jello, jello, jello, jello, jello. Jello, jello, jello, jello, jello. Jello. Jello, jello, jello, jello, jell. . Sticky cubes of kool-aid action.
Yeah. . I'm a blossom across the street. I lie in wait until sundown. I saw it happen. I saw you murder. I watched the knife as it went down. Into the breast.
Banished from the junkyard paradise. Stuck in Vegas with my loaded dice. Looks like a vacant lot and tumbleweed. Go out and try to succeed. By that highway, broken down.
Don't talk, wait lights. Young girl says all wrong. No wait, you freak, you look good. Chest out, big struts, she looks good. Let your freak flag fly.