rubbed the lamp the wrong way

ooh sing it

cavemen dwell here

there's a circus in the sky

a place where dreamers dream

and we all can fly

oh my

yeah

that's good

lets make a trip to the bottleshop

gotta pop

knock knock

would you like to wobble chop?

'till the rythm hop

give the women cock

'til the kittens savour days of play

major flavour hey

oh oh dear god

can you get the kitten wet

can you leap with frogs

can you look into the sky

'cause it's written in blood

and the music in your mind 's

unconditional love

i can hear destiny echo off my fear

dreams whispering

just feel the beats of

i'm coming down

we're just children having fun

mics in the ground

if we build it they will come

to camp on the moon when the world's gold

and don't ever look back

my mic is stole

its cold but its great when im wrestling tigers

and wild when i'm flying x-wing fighters

the mistress of mystics missed it

did you let your lips blurr

twisted

words that leak a lisp

in my garden plot plotting them pops

i won't stop 'till the jukebox copping a crop

i'm still holdin' it

with a fat wooden oar

oh my i couldn't store

this in my belly anymore

sick of mental cages

throw my telly at the door

i need some music to relax my mind

i need some music so i can recline

i need some music that can chill me out

i need some music i can think about

everybody like the good rhythm

rip it

everybody like the good living

live it

everybody in the house here sure give up

to the people in the back and the front row

everybody like the good rhythm

rip it

everybody like the good living

live it

everybody in the house give it up

to the crew locked in that looney bin ho

lower the drawbridge to get over the pub moat

and we don't sink 'cause we're bailing the tug boat

and observing the perks like a wise owl

throw off the stools in search of a slice bowel

you a nice girl at the top of the ferris wheel

getting acquainted with the sun rays

it's rare

it's reeling in the feeling to the way you purr

but you won't be mowed in the way i stir the cauldron

relax and grow in a cauldron's water

all i want is to marry a sultans daughter

and be invisible when no one's looking

i'm an easy root touch my willy wood pecker

damn straight i would like to tell you

i would like to get into you

you're revvin my engine now you're on my soul

but you stepped on a couple pennies in a mud hole

my feet barely touch when we drift on the sidewalk

say

what big beautiful glass eyeballs

step out the booth drenched in wet clothes

waltz through the fuckin' head of dj bros

i got a head full of memories a head full of blues

i got a head full of chemistry a head full of booze

i got a head full of dick for obnoxious folk

i got a head full of i wanna go rock this boat

i need some music to relax my mind

i need some music so i can recline

i need some music that can chill me out

i need some music i can think about

i need some progress

are we ready to roll

yes

grab a piece of ass

pass a piece of hash

oh baby it's so fresh

put your pedal to the metal in your shitbox ride

we got that bump

bounce

jump down

get up and touch the sky

forget this i'm not making my bed

i hate the motherfucking club

stop breaks your necks

i got hands in the air like whoop-e-dee-doo-dah

intelligence hits when you look at it too hard

ooh let's break free of this spell

people see when they yell

sing to the song boy going straight into the convoy

three stowaways

everybody like the good rhythm

rip it

everybody like the good living

live it

everybody in the house here sure give up

to the people in the back and the front row

everybody like the good rhythm

rip it

everybody like the good living

live it

everybody in the house give it up

to the crew locked in that looney bin ho

i need some music to relax my mind

i need some music so i can recline

i need some music that can chill me out

i need some music i can think about

praise to the weapon inspector for coming up with the bomb

we were just frisked by an old woman in the back lane