Lyrics:

lets hear it for the modern skirts
hold it up until it hurts
whistle through the trees and split the brown money
youll never pop the solid earth
smelling like a cowboys cots
wicked as a sailors notch she farts
weather me parn and hit the ground running
you return to tease in vain
for jerry why dont you try mary
her feet are a wandering flame
for jerry ride the canary
my feet are wandering again
the Cadillac of winter

listen for the levels click
watch it or it just might stick
whistle through my knees and hit a brown bunny
hiding in the neighbors crick
they spell it out with rules and laws
this neighborhood is where the cats applause
weather me dawn hit the ground running
youre eaten to tease in vain
for jerry dont you try mary
her feet are a wandering flame
for jerry ride the canary
her feet are a wandering flame
for jerry ride the canary tonight x2

I dont like like what you like
Lost in the stickers on the ice cream truck
Your thoughts are what we took for granted
Heart is denser than a hockey puck
And rats in the pile on a tilted room
And the walls are jagged and expanding
But you arent there to feed them air
Poor jerry dont you try mary
Her feet are a wandering flame
for jerry ride the canary tonight
I know you want to get back