We stand here and don't know what to do
You
want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but no miles above you
Tell me tell me the answer
you may be a lover but you ain't no motherfucking dancer
I'm coming down fast but no miles above you
I'm coming down fast but no miles above you
Tell me the answer you may be a lover
but you ain't no motherfucking dancer
Watch out! Heldr Scouter!
Heldr Scouter!
Heldr Scouter!
When I was walking down the streets of Fairfax,
California,
I saw this flyer hanging on the
telephone pole and it said,
Can God Fill Tea?
That's right,
for a $10 donation,
you can see silver fillings turn to gold,
another supernormal
then happens,
pale caps, new cavities,
bring a fresh light into the mirror to observe.
Wait a minute,
didn't I just read about how cops
are getting parents to plant bugging
devices in their kids' teeth that they disappear,
they can track them before they wind up in
the back of milk cartons and all that?
Didn't I just read that these days can go two ways
and everything I do or say is going on a tape somewhere right now,
planted in my cavities,
and they didn't even tell me.
All those fillings,
all those crowns,
is coming out right now.
Hey,
Wilma,
where did you put my electric grill?
Grrr!
Grrr!
Grrr! Grrr! Grrr! Grrr!
Bonne nuit!
Merci, bonne nuit, merci, merci, bonne nuit!
Hey, man, I had fish bones!