Hey Bop A Ree Bop

Hey bop a ree bop

The kraken wakes

You lose it here

You're in a world of hurt

A world of fakes

Hey bop a ree bop

Quilombo narcopolis

Testify before the grand jury

About the comin' of kohoutek

I'm flyin' higher than kohoutek



Will be tomorrow

At least I don't have to think

At the cliffs of insanity

I'm in the midst of a flabbalanche

Booked into the pumpatorium

With a trucklod of bazookas

Under moonrock shelter

Sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy



(CHORUS):

Where some people said have a soul I have a hole

Where some people said have a soul I have a hole

Where some people said have a soul I have a hole

Where some people said have a soul I have a hole

And it's goin' down fast



Givin' birth to a twenty-two-pound flaming porcupine

My brain talks too loud, I'm a crowd

Moved down to cancer alley, y'know it's been four years

With my weapons at hand

Victim of tyrannicide

My bellybutton's been puckering and puckering

And un-puckering and puckering and un-puckering All fucking day

Yeah, you know, you know

It feels mighty fine

To give birth to a twenty-two-pound porcupine



(CHORUS)



Delerium tremens

Mexican dragline

Fetid aspic of muck

Frances B Gross

Jelly cadavers

Meets cypress stump



This is a bad time for all of us

This is a bad time for all of us

This is a bad time for all of us

This is a bad time



(CHORUS)



And it's vast



This is a bad time for all of us

This is a bad time for all of us

This is a bad time for all of us