*left channel*

Make sure!

Taking cover in the bunker tonight

Waiting for bo diddleys headlights

I feel alright

Gotta fender stratosphere

I can do anything tonight

Its in neon lights an global rights

Frank? hes on the phone

There aint no german girl outside

But who cares when its warm inside?

With music

Special mystery of music tragically

Exchanging slaves for majesties

Modern waves of tragedy

Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots

A shiny grey mexican suit

The blue eyed traffic can sashay by

cos tonight the sailor boys have hit shanghai

The kick-out traffic goes creaking by

I smash my glass and shout shanghi

My drummer friend comes shooting by

He said errol flynn will never die

Oh no! who am I to question why?

And are you lonesome tonight

And do ya need a country cowboy

Whos just thin and tight in those

Brrrr bus depot jeans

With a squirt resistant stud stud

Hey stoner



Get over there in the spliffbunker one

Becos london bridge was sold somehow

But it was too old anyhow

When uncle sam has broken down

Well make him down in old japan

Say yeee



Well there aint no better blend

Than joe ely and his texas men

Where the wind blows

I aint seen none like that scenery

You can see from a bus if you pay the price



Wave my arms around

Flag one of those taxis maybe

I saw a girl somewhere somehow

Forever sticks in my mind somehow

Ive just got three lines

And a pair of twos

Like a lucky roll of dice that you

You cast



*right channel*

If music could talk!

Which means

Whatever your mind can bring

Likethe apple fell off the tree

Pah! fell right on his head

Yeah many years ago-acap