[Verse 1] Dear Andy Summers, I've had dreams again I was hopin I could cover you I'm thinking of an object in a room My mama say its true Some Somersette's are Sanyo mixin' gold But borin' pussies, I'm not sold I'm gum back sunday big inside I'm gonna send you Nicodye I'm com' back Sunday big inside Gone, gonna Sunday wantcha cut your ribbons slide I dropped and rolled, dip bullwhip right I found my love its you [Verse 2] I'm comin on a land-rope big and low I'm gonna said you wanna f**ing sniffin load I dropped and rolled them bullwhips right I found my love its you The days cold And then you grow old Double the kicks, you get my drift My supple days is Done with old ways The windy freeways Ripple the sh** that always hit My wall of sound is sick