Garry Shider - Promentalsh**backwashpsychosis Enema Squad (The Doo Doo Chasers) lyrics

The world is a toll-free toilet Our mouths neurological a**holes And psychologically speaking We're in a state of mental diarrhea Talking sh** a mile a minute Or in a state of constipated notions Can't think of nothin' but sh** And in this world of Stinky futures, sh**ty memories and Constipated 19 now-nows Emerges from the hiney of your head The doo doo chasers The Promentalsh**backwashpsychosis Enema Squad The prune juice of the mind The doo doo chasers Friends of roto-rooter Bringing you music to get your sh** together by The man in the tidy bowl of your brain (What was that long word again-Promental?) A musical bowel movement Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea Social bullsh** Crazy doo doo Mental poots (What was that again?) They call us the unflushables One swipe a clean wipe (Go flush it, fellas) And what causes all of this sh**? What is the source of food for thought? Ego-munchin' Religious doggie bags A My burger with I sauce on it A Me burger with I sauce on it A myself sandwich A personal burger A me Hamburger And a gla** of constricted cola Out to lunch with lunch meat The fear of being eaten by the sandwich The Promentalsh**backwashpsychosis Enema Squad The doo doo chasers Friends of roto-rooter Music to clean your sh** by Low calorie logic Muscle brains Skinny brains Count the calories of your thoughts Funk, Confucius say Like Chinese laxatives Sweet and sour bowel movements And in this world of stinking memories Stankin memories sh**ty futures 19 now nows-constipated-like Emerges the Doo Doo Chasers The prune juice of the mind The man in the tidy bowl of your brain Bringing you music to get your sh** together by Funk, the P-Preparation The prune juice of the mind A mental, musical bowel movement Groove-lax One swipe, clean wipe And with no extra charge A psychological turd remover A neurological enema Holy sh** (let me try one-crap) Coprolites Prehistoric doo doo Helping you get your sh** together Backstage at a Funkadelic rehearsal We bring you the Doo Doo Chasers (Which one is George Clinton?) Out to lunch with lunch meat, once again The fear of being eaten by a sandwich Lunchville Where lunch is a nice time of day At least twice a week And fried Ice Cream is a reality (Which one is George Clinton?) Fried Ice Cream is a reality Guess who's coming to lunch I'm not gonna pay for this lunch, man! Fried Ice Cream is a reality! Fried Ice Cream is a reality! Fried Ice Cream is a reality!