Some weepy, creepy, willow, pillow, boggy shit. Transcendental big wheel can ya feel it. I got a chickey face down trippin' so damn hard. His head splits open stuffin', spills out into the car.
I got myself a brand new tube amplifier. It's large and lovely to behold. La la la la la. I got myself a new tube amplifier. Now I'm gonna blow a big one.
You, Lynyrd Skynyrd-hat and. Me, little kitty. Sat across with a velvet jacket. Wild orange hair and dark, dark eyes. I gawked like a twelve-year-old smitten.
New York Groove. New York Groove. I'm just talkin' about Shaft. Shut yo mouth!. . Many years since I was here. On the street I was passing my time away.
I can't explain glacial motion. Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean. I can't unfold the layers of mystery. Or piece together the tragedy of history, cause.
In the hazy light I see. Lonely crow, dark green dream. I got no paddle and I got no shoes. I'm solo in a rawhide canoe. . Hundreds of them little bug eyes.
Whoa, alright, hey. . A tiny turtle in a can, I dig a living room in the sand. Poke a toe through a hole in the floor, floor. And ramble on some more, ramble on.
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it. Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it. Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it. Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it.
A billions of birdies squawking out loud. Talking in code to clams in the clouds. They send a secret message, they send it by worm. Some vibrating spiders will receive the word.
A little blind spider took the wheel. Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel. Got a sassy chassis, sparklin' in the sun. All four small bald fat tires.
Three p.m. and she's under the covers. Dumpster breath, she's my hungover lover. Strong as steel, four olive martini. Hand on her head and one on my weenie.
Sugar's only sweetness. Salt is ocean tears. And you were my only weakness. For years and years and years. . You little yellow sweetie. You were hiding in a jar.
Well, I happened to find me a buggy. Coming out from under a rock in the grass, yeah. He got his bug luggage. No time to talk he's walkin' fast, yeah.
Get down. . Let me tell you bout a friend of mine. His name is Boll Weevil, check him out. Spends all day on his big butt. And he don't ever, ever get outside.
Little sign of manhood, where did you go?. The edge of the yard. I found you, you know. All brown and hard. . I can't get your body out of my mind. I can't get your body.
Happy with no teeth. Happy here in hibernation. Slurpin' on a peach. Starin' at the situation. . Kitty on my foot. Meowin' out a conversation. Rockin' back and forth.
Where are you going, I don't mind. I'll kill my world and I'll kill my time. So where do I go, what do I see. See many people coming out to me. . So where are you going to, I don't mind.