Is it made of plastic?
Does it shrink in size?
Does it wow the ladies?
Does it come with an order of fries?
It's a magical thing
So strap on in
A bucket of wings
With a side of sin
Light it up!
It's the demons in your head
The demon's in your bed
The evil in the eyes
Of an angry newly wed
It's the calm before the storm
An answer in a swarm
The little lie that cries
Why don't you ever conform?
It's a waltz amidst a tango
A slave who likes to wango
Protection in your pants
Cause even demons dance
You can't wear it on your scalp
Cause no one will ever help
An affair with bad romance
Cause even demons dance
You can ride the lightning
You can fear the fall
You can rocket to the moon
Just count your lucky stars
Holy Ho Chi Minh!
It's a gift with no surprise
A transcendental mind
Humming oh ye little men
Are but squiggles on my eyes
Oh har far dee diddly dee
Let me steal your thoughts for free!
We'll shave it down in size
And chop down all your trees
Oh look how we are
All but burnt alive
Instead we freeze the dirty south
Ass atone to clean our mouths
But here's a helmet for you hermits
Go ahead and try!