Though he might be a sloth He got heart and he'd do mighty works He's got a new loin cloth Lucky sevens and his grandmother's curse But your person Will be bursting Like little Bikini atoll Bursting Ever bursting Yeah, you'll be living on soul They're gonna atomize you You can't get off your stop Like poor Charlie on the MTA Though you were so chop chop Your soul is sorry that you cannot pay But your person Will be bursting Like little Bikini atoll Bursting Ever bursting Yeah, you'll be living on soul They're gonna atomize you Heaven sent you fine, but you don't know what to do And ever since you want me, you don't know what to do You'd elevate your mind, but can't stand the view I'd elevate my mind, but I couldn't stand the view Hallucinate my mind, but I couldn't stand the view I'm drinking anti-knock I do a mantra and I know PL/1 I do the Ragnarok I'm not a monster, just a proto-human [1998 FB&C version: I'm just a monster, not a proto-human] But your person Will be bursting Like little Bikini atoll Bursting Ever bursting Yeah, you'll be living on soul Your person Will be bursting Like little Bikini atoll Bursting Ever bursting Yeah, you'll be living on soul They're gonna re-atomize you