Heads in the speakers Front of the cone Shivers the timbers Wow!
Now he's headed for the hills And the snows in the yard Who wants to be a Creem Dream And wants to be a star
But the bride's in the aisle With a hand on the gun She got hysterical blindness Here she comes and she comes
I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you Whiteout
Oh it's just part of the story of a band on the run Hey, they say they're bound for glory but they tied up for fun Well, they're hung by a jury A, takin' time out for lunch Oh, don't you wanna try it? Eh, Cannapple Crunch
I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you again and again and again and again I wanna see you, I wanna see you Whiteout