I wanna walk around   And kick the tires of your mind   Trace the laces to the places   And embrace them as they subtly unwind      Sid my Vicious, you’re delicious   Stars and garters do my dishes   Pass me the bottle and I’ll coddle   The floor model of your mind      I wanna take a trip   To your cerebral petting zoo   I know there ain’t no cages   Just the pages of the ages that is you      I can’t recant, you’re too enchanting   Raise my rent and rave my ranting   I’ll creep behind the keeper   As he sleeps beside the zebras of your mind      I wanna tie one on   In the nightclub of your mind   Travel down underground and buy a round   For any clown that I can find      Truth be told, you’re good as gold   Hot patootie bless my soul   I’ll order up a porter and a quarter   For the jukebox of your mind