the peacock song

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!)