I'd like a dry flies I keep a grip on my eyes I want some water, smoke, and lice I'd like a dry ice I keep a grip on my flies I want water, smoke, and rice With dead spikes like red eyes You let the smoke rise But let the smoke rise I'd like a dry rice I keep a grip on my rice Well watch the water, smoke, and rice I'd like dead spikes with like red flies with like black eyes Well let the smoke rise She's just a cameril Maybe an antelope And I'm the cannibal Maybe I'm animal We'll fan our toe Well maybe I'm just a cannibal This is an animal Well It's just so huge and awful Wait till it fall I like red eyes with like a dead eyes I like a swarm of flies A leather-a leather over rice I like a nine eyes I like to roll my eyes I like to freeze my eyes Well let the smoke rise Well she's just a cameril I'll have onions, honey, and a roll