Lyrics:

So you've got balls now
Murray on the run
Down on Newberry Street
Seventeen seconds of fun

Apes are overrated blocky
A kinky batch of pudding, yay
Garbage dump, pumpkin rot
And candy apple gray

Werewolf in the flowerbed
Perfect day for lucky guy
This song was never meant to be released
What's that flaming ball in the sky?

The crackhead from Texas
He can read my feet
A bruised piñata
And a liquid pixie

If friends were flowers
Nothing gold can stay
Gun-sexual sense
And squeegee tails

Bees in the cookie jar
Symphonic despair
Reinventing the manifesto
Are you? We don't care

Jacuzzis and bunnies
A broken fondue set
Koool G is in the outhouse
You can be my Mr. French

This old Frisbee
Is shitting in the alley
I saw a naked picture of me on the internet
Wearing Jesus' new snowshoes
Golly gee

If Hell is crowded, then we shall sing
A hip song for the kids in the back
For Michelle and the dripping of a faucet
Ride the vicious bicycle on the tracks

Olympic mayonnaise, Doctor Thunder
Low occupancy vehicle stops and starts
With Hollywood suspicion
The doctor has snake hearts