Two, three I can't do it without Go The wood man and his splintering self The wood woman and her hollowing out The wood man and his splintering self The wood woman and her hollowing out The wood man and his splintering self The wood woman and her hollowing out Elvis, what happened Popsicle, the label stapled speaker To the back of a sheep's throat Tongue depressor with the width of a spatula suppressess all Bah bah blah, bah bah blah, end end end quote Cotton cotton candy Cotton cotton candy Cotton cotton candy Spun anyway you like it High school picture datin' l.a Someone in the sky Dies and you go back to bed Sittin dull dare head Two perfect strangers Strangers carrying a matador You can tell their strangers Chasing themselves in the windows of shops How can i be your lover? When you snore a little louder You can't take applause to bed And a decent depression of the mind And then we said, f** In our pop song, in our pop song Elvis, what happened? Cotton cotton candy Cotton cotton candy Cotton cotton candy Spun anyway you like it Hi kiddies We're cramping and sweating and groaning with the rest of them I'm trying to give you that dope you were talking about We've already wrecked three records trying to perfect one First satellite with thrashing machine And then one thing or another So maybe this thing isn't gonna turn out alright These records are sure the real mccoy Your voice sounded so real on the last one I almost caught myself answering back a couple of times. . Well i'll see ya soon Send another record if you have one Being here is sure swell We're gonna be on our vacation in. . Hello? who is this?