my mind's an ashtray full of ashes

lick the tears from my eyelashes

oh, whatever will i see that's good

he plays a really mean guitar

she smokes a really big cigar.

i'd love to love ya - if only i could

her love is, oh so, shiny wet -

keeps a bald peacock for a pet.

can you ever understand how i feel?

miss jenifa - my private dancer.

miss nina - to whom i answer.

kari sez we're the only ones who are real.



so, when i dream on sunday mornin'

and my lover right beside me keeps on snorin'

i wonder if my dog's in heaven,

and i wonder when i'll see her again.



psychopharmacology

has never found a friend in me,

but i'll eat sugar cubes all day and night.

those ducklings are never ugly

so, she sells herself by the sea.

i'll bake her a cake - be it wrong or right.

the caterpillar and the spider -

turn the screws a little tighter.

can you ever understand my feel?

gail g. - my inspiration,

miss denise should run the nation.

isabel tortures me with sex appeal:



so, when i dream on sunday mornin'

and my lover right beside me keeps on snorin'

i wonder if my dog's in heaven,

and i wonder when i'll see her again.



(yer really takin' me fer a ride

yer a wise guy, anyway:

i never had a place to hide except my brain!)