And if my cat looks scared it's because it knows It won't be goin' to heaven. Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, Not going to heaven.
If you ask how many saints it takes The answer's eleven. Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, It's gonna take eleven.
Man, oh, man, What's that guy got in his hand? It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon. It's a coffee percolator going "wheee-eeeeeeee"
Me, oh, Mi-chelangelo and I Were just sittin' by the train tracks reading Kafka to the sky With the coffee percolators going "wheee-eeeeeeee"
Oh, oh, oh, yada-dada oh, oh, oh, Ya dee da-da-da, dee da-da-da-da-da da-da-da. Dee da da da da da. Oh, oh, oh, yada-dada oh, oh, oh, Ya dee da-da-da, dee da-da-da-da-da da-da-da.
If you'd like to bake me a loaf of bread It's got to be unleavened. Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, Only unleavened.
And if you'd like to eat the tomatoes in the patch You've got to get past old man McGrevin. Oh, oh, oh, oh Try your luck with Mr. McGrevin.
Man, oh, man, What's that guy got in his hand? It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon. It's a coffee percolator going "wheee-eeeeeeee"
Why, oh why, don't the riders in the sky Turn fishes into wishes like the pumpernickel pie While the old refrigerator's going Boom, chi-ca, chi-ca-chi,
Man, oh, man, What's that guy got-got-got in his hand? It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon! It's a coffee, coffee, perco-lator-lator goin'-going "wheeee-eeeeeeee"
Me, oh, Mi-co-chelangelo and I Were just sittin' by the train tracks reading Kafka to the sky With the old refrigerator Then the rusty cheese grater And the dirty masturbator eating packs of Now & Late