Lyrics:

Down in the alley, what's your mother made of?
Heads up, seven-up, ding-dong, come in!
I left my wood paneling on the embassy coat rack...

Where is mankind? My big black behind...
Follow your star -- play your guitar.

I said candyland, he said toyland.
Queen frosting, eleven-teen arzipan.

Adam?
I forgot.

Where is mankind? My big black behind...
Follow your star -- play your guitar.