You got wig-grade hair Wizard body building's gonna kick in I'll throw my nubs into your erotical skin Baby, can't you see that would be nuts? I heard your parrot's a dove If I get cranky it's like for months Hey Miss Texas, right now Are you a spy? 'Cus like, that would be nuts I tell you it'd be nuts Young Jacques and Jean were so freezing So they looked toward places to go which weren't as frozen 93 times a year I'm a lumberjack of fear I saw a hoo-ha in Paris It was the damnedest thing, too Wait, what is that? Ugh, I guess that would be a nut? Can you picture nuts coming off if this swing fell down? Can you? Can you? Can you? MOWMP MOWMP They warn you, the stone creatures You've got no power over time Weep we do, when we see love lost to the tides We bruised the wings on the imaginable Our lungs sang guilt songs (I miss your good night) I see twin nuts on high Twin nuts in the sky Cue one of the dumbest sounds