This time I'm gonna take the collection baby   And with the money in my hand   I'm gonna purchase all the details   Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping   Walking on tip-toed pickpocket fever   Racing up the scales of your thermometer   Turnbuckle tournicate clotting the moonshine   Clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines   I'm singing, happy, a valen-, happy valentine yeah      I found feathers in the hit and run nest   Omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads   I found feathers in the hit and run nest      When she knocked me over   I looked inside the hearse   Sprouting chauvanistic swine   And written were the words   Poking butter with this knife   Allergic to this concubine   Racing by in a '56 chevy   And we couldn't even pretend   To be alive... x6      I found feathers in the hit and run nest   Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping   i found feathers at the. hit and, run