Walking down the highway, I've got the Staff of Ra in my hand Gotta see some people and I'm making sure that they understand Baby's got a fuzz box, I think that she should use it now Get this fucking bus in the air, I need me some chow The turbines' running and the moon is down Jolly Jack K is gonna nuke this town Baby's got a fuzz box I think she's gotta use it now
Come on, superstar, won't you throw this old dog a bone? I would hate to think of Venus spending her nights alone I can think of easier ways of paying my dues Choking on my chicken, singing 21st century blues The man with the plan is always yanking on my wire I got three words for you now: perish in fire
Frustrated, medicated, talk-a-streak American girls I love them in the tar pit I love them till the end of the world