My mind has gone, so long, have a nice trip.
I've lost control of my brain again.
My brain just twitches and my arsehole itches
but I won't scratch it beacuse I'm scared that I might lose my hand.
I was irritaed that my thought were unrelated,
I got so paranoid my bowles closed tight and I was constipated.
I cannot say that drugs are bad, it's my mind that has gone wrong;
goodbye brain, so long.
Sometimes when I wake up I find I've lost my bed
and all the birdies flying around my head are dead.
My feet look like bananas and my bananas all look square.
I think I'll start a themepark in my hair.
Please do not laugh at me I do not understand humour.
My girlfriend's not a blow-up doll, that's just a rumour.
But walks like a penquin and talks like a gorilla
and has all the sex apeal of a backing dancer out of Thriller.
