| Lyrics: | Praise the lord in Moscow, Budapest and Sausalito
Where lying in the sunshine might be the very best that we know
gab of what's in mind - the trading post of your libido,
'Cause Mr. Don's been ridiculin' cyclops Apathito
It seems that every day, the kitchen has gone awry
Apathito's the first to point out that the place is such a sty.
No matter to faith on the locks of their mind,
and if you don't got no action well you might not even try.
Mr. Don's all worried 'bout that cyclops Abelito
Himalayas in their minds, Quaker Oats in their libidos
That genius, killing time yellin' at your alter ego
Excuses spinning lies; all, to live that sunshine we know |
