| Lyrics: | Debra Kadabra, say she's a witch,
shit-ass Charlotte, aint that a bitch?
Debra Kadabra,
haw that's rich.
June, a rancho granny,
Shook her wrinkled fanny
Shoes are too
tight and pointed
Ankles sorta puffin' out
Cause me to shout:
Oh Debra Algebra
Ebneezra Kadabra
Witch goddess, witch goddess of Lankershim Boulevard.
Cover my entire
bodice, with Avon Cologna.
And drive me to some relative's house, in East L.A. (foogadah!
?)
(Just till my skin clears up)
Turn it to channel thirteen,
and maybe watch the
rubber tongue, when it comes out
from the puffed, and flanulent Mexican rubbergoods
mask.
Next time they show the Brnokka
Make me buy The Flosser.
Make me grow
brainiac fingers.
But with more hair!
(But with more hair)
Make me kiss your
turquoise jewelry.
Emboss me.
Rub the hot front part of my head,
with rented
unguents
Give me bas relief!
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go
under it.
If she casts a spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
If she casts a spell
my way,
I promise to go under it.
Oh, hear this!
Learn the pachuco hop,
and let me twirl you!
Learn the pachuco hop, and let me twirl you!
Oh Debra Fauntleroy
Magnesium Kadabra! Take me with you!
Don't you want any a these |
