Chinese masseuse
Comes between us
Talks in haikus
Plastic venus
Got a headrush
In her pocket
Two rubbers two lubes and a silver rocket
Hang on
Hang on
To your iq
To your id
Hang on
Hang on
To your iq
To your id
Every morning
My eyes will open wide
I gotta get high
Before i go outside
Roll another
For breakfast
Burning clouds around and in my solar plexus
Hang on
Hang on
To your iq
To your id
Hang on
Hang on
To your iq
To your id
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
Legs eleven
Makes me stay up late
Two fat ladies on my back and now it's 88
I'm a fool
Whose tool is small
It's so miniscule it's no tool at all
Hang on
Hang on
To your iq
To your id
Hang on
Hang on
To your iq
To your id
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
I'm lonely