Your meat's gone bad, but you serve it cold   Waitress got her pants on the donkey   But tiger told her to get tighter   Maybe you should smoke cigar,   Then you could fill up a room      When I was a kid my hobby was killing flies   Wearing pearls and rabbit ears,   I carried a plastic gun   Now it's passed lo, these many years   And you can't take step one      I've been hiding out in houses that have never been seen   I've been coming back from places where you've never been      Yellow kid, he's a big thing   Walking sound and strutting stink   Out walking and I wouldn't stop   With the long gong rich to thank   Gonna dump the supply on the bald lips and blanks   Sucking chum and a bummin' change   Wiping cream on his mange      The axe fell from the big desk, and I was double parked   Outside of juvenile court, and you were trapped inside   You like to have someone tell you what to do   Whether you do it or not.