I need less action, more satisfaction is what I need
Still regretting the beginning, the part I saw there I missed indeed
And there’s no one here to talk about these things
Some common sense is what I believe

My brain is gone, my nerves are shot, who needs nerves to see?
I throw a dart, forgot the 50 point mark was me
And when it’s done, it’ll be done the same old way
I pound my fist in my bag of oats I lay

And all the animals are wondering
When they gonna get off this ship
"God is a joke", they say
With a big shush tied upon his lip
Ah ah

Fall around in Pepsi cans
I’m all cut up, I’m a cut-up
I’m cuttin’ it up, I’m cuttin’ a rug
I’m cuttin’ the cheese, I’m cuttin’ the grass
I’m cuttin’ a slug in half
I’m waiting to see if it grows back

And all the animals are wondering
When they gonna get off this ship
"God is a joke", they say
With a big shush tied upon his lip
Ah ah
I’m unhappy
Ah ah
And I’m hungry
Ah ah
And Ham likes my wife
And all the animals are wondering
When they gonna get off this ship
"God is a joke", they say
With a big shush tied upon his lip
Ah ah
Pop says the animals are lying