bought a little ****** guitar
and I'm now strumming the rising sun

it plays like like a
little mexican
baking beans in the doorway of an iguana


  I love to flick the b
and the tunes ring out
and I hear ''ah'' as the raisins moisten with the dew

god gave us music so we could cry alone in peace;
my own therapy
and I'm not judged

that is why I listen to mbop
and disco

put a rod into me