Chinese ma**euse, comes between us Talks in haiku's, plastic Venus Got a head rush, in her pocket Two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket [Chorus] Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your id Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your id I'm lonely Every morning, my eyes will open wide I gotta get high, before I go outside Roll another, for breakfast Burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus [Chorus] I'm lonely Legs eleven, makes me stay up late Two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88 I'm a fool, whose tool is small It's so minuscule, it's no tool at all Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your id Hang on, hang on I'm lonely Oh