Troubled Hubble - Mrs. Wiskerson lyrics

Dear Mrs. Wiskerson I'm in love with you Red bu*ts on monkeys I need you in my life Your delightful smile The way that your whiskers Tickle my face when we kiss And dear Mrs. Wiskerson I need to live with you Then we can travel to Timbuktu And we can go to the local zoo And open a fresh batch of grape Kool-Aid Dear Mrs. Wiskerson I drove to your house Those goddamn motorcycles Kept us away Dear Mrs. Wiskerson I drive to your house No matter where you were Or how long it takes Dear Mrs. Wiskerson I'm so sick of this I miss you Won't you please come home? Dear Mrs. Wiskerson Aren't you sick of this? Aren't you tired of sleeping alone?