One two three four

Wakey wakey
rise and shine
it's on again, off again, on again
watch me fall
like dominos
in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
i'm tingling tingling tingling
it's what you feel not
what you ought to, what you ought to
reasonable and sensible
dead from the neck up
because im stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
we thought you had it in you
but not, not, not
for no real reason

Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
take a bow take a bow take a bow
it's what you feel now
not what you ought to
what you ought to
an elephant thats in the room is
tumbling tumbling tumbling
duplicate and triplicate
plastic bags and
in duplicate and triplicate
dead from the neck up
I guess im stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
we thought you had it in you
but not, not, not
exactly where do you get off?
Is enough is enough is enough
I love you but enough is enough, enough
of that stuff
There's no real reason

you've got a head full of feathers
you got melted to butter

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Thanks to (Michael Spink) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 8, 2008

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