Lyrics:

One unworthy worker's version on the verge of vernacular
Enter a sour house to do battle with spectacular draculas
Lick tall walls to find them all sweeter than a cane
Pour the quick elixir in your wounds to ease the pain
Oh
Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz
Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz
Medicine of modern miracles, voodoo to those out of focus
Experts explain experience -- 'Hocus pocus, hocus pocus!'
Mouthfuls down in a floating locus, most of us deny
Medicine of modern miracles, who knew circles with no foci?
Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz
Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz
Trapped in sap, chambered in a tree
Shadow of a giant across the centuries
Bits of shattered glass scattered on the shore
Break the genie bottle and open up the door
Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz
Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz
Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz
Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz