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Lyrics
Moth of the counter
culture
dumb, dumb cat.
She speaks of
amalgamates
and yum, yum rap.
She creeps like a
dormitory
young, young rat.
To peek in the laboratory
smack those brats!
Cold down, goes down,
drip a little dream.
Life is low wak you
dip a little Beam.
Fligh high, dry eye
Frying in the pan.
Leaks are lies
to the euro rubber man.
Frank in the dirndl-ary
picks up speed.
He heats all the
missionaries
actors heed.
You fife, in the belly of
the
lactic sheets
But creep, for the sandals
make such
dosh, garn squeaks!
Cold down, goes down,
drip a little dream.
Life is low wak you
dip a little Beam.
Fligh high, dry eye
Frying in the pan.
Feets are tied
like a euro rubber man
Interlude
Cold down, goes down,
drips a little dream.
Life is low wak you
dip a little Beam.
Fligh high, dry eye
Frying in the pan.
Pleats are dyed
for the euro rubber man.
Daft in the playhouse
where the
girls do furls.
Run down the alley
wearing
foo foo curls
If not for the freedom of
the
dumb, dumb cat.
We’d all live together in
the
Laundromat!
Cold down, goes down,
drips a little dream.
Life is low wak you
dip a little Beam.
Fligh high, dry eye
Frying in the pan.
Mirrors lie
to the euro rubber man.
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