Fred Lane - Rubber Room lyrics

People stop and ask me about my wife They think I, broke my arm It's just imagination, It's no big deal; I never felt better, in my life People stop and ask me about my broken arm (yeah) They think I beat my wife It's... the simplest dreams I don't let it worry me Cause-I'm in the prime, of my life... Gonna go to the store, and purchase some hardware, my dear Then I'll get in the car Pick up some chicken Arrive at your door A-which I will be kickin'-in Then I'll say, "What a day!, Whattya say, we both go have a drink or two? Then I'll put it to your forehead Put it to your temple Put it to your midriff I'll attempt to make a dimple Then I'll put it in, put it in, put it in, put it in a-ho- Then I'll put it to your eyeball Put it ot your face- Mix up a high-ball Drink it to the master race Then I'll put it in, put it in, put it in, put it in a-ho- Eyeshade Dropwave Bondo Fishfry Bimbo Cramshaft Tincan Luncheonette Two-time Byline Spidel Twist-o-flex Playtex Doorjam Pa**port Libido Dipsum Drip-dry Skidrow Crowfly Backboard Cheese curls Estrus Seven-up Carpet Doorjam Kniick-knack Roadtop Estrogen Meattoung Vynil Chloride Checklist Broomide P.H. Donahue Tobacco Gumshoe Bowtie Tickertape Stepwave Prsotitute Riff-raff Car keys Elbow Knick-knack Dispatch Telephone Misfits Lunar Six-pack Chreeme cheese Treacup Sit down Losose lips Peatdown Feelup The wetdown Build-up The letdown Let-up The bigtop A-sho-nuff A leg drop You build-up The let-down You build-up The let-down You build-up The let-down I don't slip on the tile In a empty hospital; I don't choke on my bile Everythings' sunny weather I'm a happy, sappy, son-of-a-gun; Livin' in a rubber room