A chipmunk full of Beatlenuts
And a holy roller sound
Headlines made from potty chairs
No re-runs, just this performance
I was wounded, she was beautiful
Last chance buddy, your last chance
Rip down, up and down
To stop your suffering
The night just hung around
Rip down, up and down
The night kept coming in
The night just wouldn't go
On the unsolved crimes list he is
Or a dart from a Ubangi
So rip down, up and down
So rip down, up and down
Rip down, up and down
Just mop, mop and that's it
For my memory
He frisbeed his halo
Nearly made us quit
Well, it hardly does you fair
There was nothing I could do
The night kept coming in
