Lyrics:

In the daydream, on a crusty chest,
Head is slightly to one sound, head is curly and messing.
Got to get it up, got to get it over,
Got to get it up, got to get it over,
Got to get it up, got to get it over,
Got to get it up, got to get it over.

Is the backing in bed?

Dizzy.

I know, I don’t smoke with the angels I know,
Don’t throw ashtrays at me.

Throwing on you,
Throwing on you, kiss, kiss,
Throwing on you, dizzy, dizzy, dizzy.

Throwing on you.

Don’t rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat in the daydream on a crusty chest,
Head is slightly to one sound, head is curly and messing.
Got to get it up, got to get it over, over,
Got to get it up, got to get it over, over.

Got to get it up,
Got to get it up,
Got to get it up, got to get it over,
Got to get it up,
Got to get it up, got to get it over.

I’m not made out of muture,
I’m not made out of muture,
But I’m something out of the heart,
Throwing on you, kiss, kiss,
Throwing on you, dizzy, dizzy,
Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy,
Dizzy, dizzy,
Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy,
Dizzy, dizzy,
Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy.