(reed)



If I could be anything in the world that flew

I would be a bat and come swooping after you

And if the last time you were here things were a bit askew



Well you know what happens after dark

When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts

And all the missionaries lose their bark

Oh, all the trees are calling after you

And all the venom snipers after you

Are all the mountains bolder after you?



If I could be anyone of the things in this world that bite

Instead of an ocelot on a leash, Id rather be a kite

And be tied to the end of your string

And flying in the air, babe, at night

Cause ou know what they say about honey bears

When you shave off all their baby hair

You have a hairy minded pink bare bear



And all the balls are rolling out for you

And stones are all erupting out for you

And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you



Yesterday, daisy mae and biff were grooving on the street

And just like in a movie, her hands became her feet

Her belly button was her mouth

Wich meant she tasted what shed speak



But the funny thing is what happened to her nose

It grew until it reached all of her toes

Now when people say her feet they mean her nose



And curtains laced with diamonds dear for you

And all the roman noblemen for you

And kingdoms christian soldiers dear for you

And melting ice cap mountain tops for you

And knights in flamming silver robes for you

And bats that with a kiss turn prince for you

Swoop, swoop

Oh baby,

Rock rock

Swoop, swoop, rock, rock