[Intro]. Listen. Shh... You hear that?. Can you hear that?. Listen. . Ohh, ohh, ohh. . Lying in my bedroom next to me. Nervous like a child playing hide and seek.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme. Remember me? 'Member me?. . This old man, he plays one on one. He was your cool whip master, you were his B.C. son. This old man, he's got the smell of sin.
You've got clueless commentators. Telling folks to stay inside. You've got light investigators. Pulling shades and terrified. . You've got powers of the darkness.
What was that crack I made?. Swung a hammer wrapped in suede. Like a lick from a lunatic beatnik. Knock you senseless as I babble on. . I strike between the lines.
Welcome, dear listener, are you comfortable?. Put your feet up, close your eyes, let your senses dull. Float like a beach ball, wearing cordless 'phones.