Faust Arp

One, two, three, four

Wakey, wakey, rise and shine

It's on again, off again, on again

Watch me fall like dominoes in pretty patterns

Fingers in the blackbird pie

I'm tingling, tingling, tingling

It's what you feel, not what you ought to, what you ought to

Reasonable and sensible, dead from the neck up

I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed

We thought you had it in you but no, no, no

For no real reason

Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles

And take a bow, take a bow, take a bow

It's what you feel, not what you ought to, what you ought to

The elephant that's in the room is

Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling

Duplicate and triplicate and plastic bags

And duplicate and triplicate, dead from the neck up

I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed

We thought you had it in you but no, no, no

Exactly where do you get off? Is enough, is enough

I love you but enough is enough, enough of that stuff

There's no real reason

You've got a head full of feathers

You got melted to butter