Hot Cake

Ah ah ah oooh

Hot came the wind

Hot came the wind

It was watery

It was Chino, like last song

Rolled oats

A man, a nasty slice of innocent

Step alligator

Or near to a skip

I went into a drip

I can't open the door

I can't open the door

My dialog is stock

My dialog is stock

Hot cake

And John said something



Bills is on TV

I can't answer the door

My dialog is declining

Oh God

Oh, a slippy

And all I got was a slippy floor

And all I get is a slippy floor

Hot cake

Slip, slide

I can't disagree

I get Mr.

I get Mr.

I get Mr. Spock

And for the mind

I get sloppy floor

And for the mind

I get slippy floor