Wakey wakey Rise and shine It’s on again off again on again Watch me fall Like dominoes In pretty patterns
Fingers in The blackbird pie I’m tingling tingling tingling It’s what you feel not What you ought to what you ought to Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up I guess I’m stuffed, stuffed, stuffed We thought you had it in you But not not not For no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles I take a bow take a bow take a bow It’s what you feel not What you ought to what you ought to The elephant that’s in the room is Tumbling tumbling tumbling Duplicate and triplicate Plastic bags and In duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up I guess I’m stuffed stuffed stuffed We thought you had it in you But not not not Exactly where do you get off Is enough is enough I love you but enough is enough, enough of that stuff There’s no real reason
You’ve got a head full of feathers You’re gonna melt into butter