Ashes to ashes and funks to funky
Daddy Long Legs is a mean ass honky
And Jimmy Pop ain't no heiny hobbit gaybe
Ain't no big meaty chunks in my thick brown graby
Cause I'm the Loch Ness the Loch Ness the Loch Ness monster
Jerry's kids are knockin' at my door, "Could you be a sponsor?"
tiny bubbles in my tub pull my finger Lawrence Welk
If you wanna look like Rocky Dennis better drink your milk
When I'm feeling oriental I gotta rub my chin
Gonna hold my water n like I'm Gunga Din
So have a taste of my bass cause the girlies got smiles
You're getting on my case like the Rockford Files
Crazy Eddie in the slammer cause he's giving it all away
John boy in the barn with a horse in the hay
No rhyme no reason no job no class
And we don't go near the ghetto cause they'd shoot our ass
Chorus:
Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time
(repeat)
If you ain't ever been to the suburbs
Don't ever come to the suburbs
ause you wouldn't understand the suburbs
Cause I' a huskin' a huskin' a huskin' your corn
I'm as deep as the plot to a gay porn
So uh-oh Spaghettios I forgot to hide away the body
I know that she's a hotty but damn that girl could party
So come to me momma it ain't no crime
I'm the skilled love doctor growlin' "What's your sign?"
I did the flamin' waffle with Ho Chi Min
Your girl's a dollar bill we don't know where she's been
J.F.K.'s head is a puzzle and your woman needs a muzzle
Barbara Eden in the bottle and now I'm gonna guzzle
You're too what? Shy shy huh what?
Hush hush yea? I knew why
Cause we're playing the Palladium you can't get on Star Search
Daddy Legs standing tall he can do the funky Lurch
And Jimmy Jimmy Pop is short for Jimmy Jimmy Popular
You know I know you know you're not the tough guy that you thought you
were
(Chorus)
Ha cha cha chatch
Come and lick my balls
Vive la my crotch
Cause your daddy thinks I'm lazy your momma thinks I'm crazy
But neither of them know that you are carrying my baby
And I'm the Amos I'm the Andy I'm the sticky Aunt Jemammy
I gave you mouth to mouth like Resuscitation Annie
It takes two of us to do this like Dean Martin Jerry Lewis
And your throat is swollen gloryholen' ya blew us
George Burns' pacemaker beats steady slow and low
That's why we got more hits then a dealer at a Dead show
(Chorus)
Coo coo ca choo baby you that’s what you are
You are a Hollywood star you’re the high priestess by far
And you know this tune’s for you we call it “Coo Coo Ca Choo“
And it’s a very brief discreption of the things we could do to you
You were looking at me I was looking at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were looking at me I was looking at you
Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do
Oil me up quick Miss Daisy before I’m lubing up your tailpipe
Or the bedposts will be a knocking till the break of light
Raised and dazed in a million and one ways
Like a Morton coffee roll I want you hot and glazed
You’re not the real thing baby you’re Parkay you’re not butter
Gonna have to get you home and lupe you up with Fluff-n-Nutter
Scope it scope it baby looking so fit
Playing games and laying dames you know I know you know it
Quick to get the condom you know the Jimmy fits too snug
Lean you against the fireplace and ride you on the bear skin rug
Chow down my ding dong come and sing along
Slip a grip around my tip and then you’ll be my King-on
Now in my sweat pants you’re gonna see my erection
Ooh oh pick a de pop pop Perfection
Umpla dumpla dippedee do
Cause I’d never leave the house if mommy looked like you
You were looking at me I was looking at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were looking at me I was looking at you
Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do
Butter up butter cup did ya really think it would last that long
My attention span hutches and when you wake up you know that I’ll be gone
Cocoa butter beach blonde wearing that thin thong
You know I got a thing for you it’s only an inch long
Picking up your singnals like you’re a TV station
I’m looking for the channel to have immoral applications
Looking so fine cosmo behind
Fermentation of time like Reunite wine
Well I’m bubbling up and steaming like an active volcano
I think I clogged up all your pipes better get yourself some Draino
I get annoyed cause I can’t avoid
Baby sounding like a mongoloid
I got the skills to keep ya busy all night
If you do not bite I hope you blow like dynamite
Happy Thanksgiving would you like a little white meat?
I’ll stuff my Butterballs and you eat
You were looking at me I was looking at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were looking at me I was looking at you
Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do
Eventide rise for ritual
With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will
Roar forth steer the dead leave forced
Driven by fear shift gears veer towards
The foolishly equipped swift these
Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt
Reflect upon the way beyond redemption
Let the necronometer beckon for the destined
Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden
Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted
Each tormented attempt that is made in vain
To evade this debt which is certain to be paid
Without question is met with a counterclocked surge
In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were
All heard by a clutch engaged
Over trails blazed to the western gates
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
Something diabolical
Idle hands are bound for the
Damned once sam went down to georgia
Speed was forged of the divine salt
Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost
Named as those sought as faults rests beneath
The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech
Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion
A false witness with the sensed end is brought
To bended knees when abandoned belief in
The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends
Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed
Reposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve
Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention
The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension
Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil
Barreling down this mortal coil
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
Something diabolical
Tonight belongs to him
Tonight belongs to him
Tonight belongs to him
Tonight belongs to him
To him
To him
To him
