Lyrics:

Though he might be a sloth
He got heart and he'd do mighty works
He's got a new loin cloth
Lucky sevens and his grandmother's curse

But your person
Will be bursting
Like little Bikini atoll
Bursting
Ever bursting
Yeah, you'll be living on soul
They're gonna atomize you

You can't get off your stop
Like poor Charlie on the MTA
Though you were so chop chop
Your soul is sorry that you cannot pay

But your person
Will be bursting
Like little Bikini atoll
Bursting
Ever bursting
Yeah, you'll be living on soul
They're gonna atomize you

Heaven sent you fine, but you don't know what to do
And ever since you want me, you don't know what to do
You'd elevate your mind, but can't stand the view
I'd elevate my mind, but I couldn't stand the view
Hallucinate my mind, but I couldn't stand the view

I'm drinking anti-knock
I do a mantra and I know PL/1
I do the Ragnarok
I'm not a monster, just a proto-human [1998 FBC version: I'm just a monster, not a proto-human]

But your person
Will be bursting
Like little Bikini atoll
Bursting
Ever bursting
Yeah, you'll be living on soul

Your person
Will be bursting
Like little Bikini atoll
Bursting
Ever bursting
Yeah, you'll be living on soul
They're gonna re-atomize you