Hey-bop-a-ree-bop
The kraken wakes
You lose it here, you're in a world of hurt
A world of fakes
Hey-bop-a-ree-bop
Quilombo narcopolis
Testify before the grand jury
About the comin' of Kohoutek
I'm flyin' higher than Kohoutek
Will be tomorrow
At least I don't have to think
At the cliffs of insanity
I'm in the midst of a flab-alanche
Booked into the pumpatorium
With a truckload of bazookas
Under moonrock shelter
Sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
An' it's goin' down fast
Givin' birth to a twenty-two-pound flaming porcupine
My brain talks too loud, I'm a crowd
Moved down to Cancer Alley, y'know it's been four years
With my weapons at hand
Victim of tyrannicide
My bellybu*ton's been puckering and puckering and unpuckering and puckering and unpuckering all f**ing day
Yeah, you know, you know
It feels mighty fine to give birth to a twenty-two pound porcupine
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
Where some people said I have a hole, I have a soul
An' it's goin' down fast
Delirium tremens
Mexican dragline
Fetid aspic of muck
Frances B. Gross
Jelly cadavers
Meets cypress stump
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
Where some people said I have a soul, I have a hole
An' it's goin' down fast
And it's vast
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all
Of us