Slim Harper’s over on the Juke box
Stop pouring orange juice down my socks
Your running up and down the stairs
I got me feeling
And I don’t know where
I might take a chloroform voyage
Somebodies talking nothin’ but noise
Theres a gun up upon the fireplace
No respect for the human race boy

Snot boogers are in my nose
Got jammed in between my toes
Let’s go outside, and come inside
She goes bowling on a Friday night
Hit a couple, lets do the machine
Our minds will be Perma-clean

Grapes, raisins mean its apple cobbler
Stop telling me about your father
Theres taters all over my shoes
I’d lick em’ up but there ain't no use

Theres a bullet in and out my hair
Tall smoke, don’t dig Delaware
When she makes him cheat she does it well
Theres Leonard hiding in the shell
Let’s get some ass and do an RC
You count challenge us you and me
(Take it boy)
Mr. Holbricks got bad breath
He won’t let me get my rest
Piana’ and a knock out bass
You won’t have to, hide your face
Look yonder’ neath’ the table
Theres Peggy Sue
You and a bow

Tell me sister can you hear this sound
Theres some dristan in the lost and found
Somebodies calling on the tele-phone
Your better tellin’ them I’m not at home
Theres and awful load that blew the fuse
Cousin Davey to the res-cue
(Uh-huh)