2003-08-18 - 5:46 a.m.
I really don't care why you did what you did
with the rock-a-billy stare and the suit you bid
the hook-up at the chime
it must've been a good time,
the quid pro quo of the chem lab happy hour
you're back to feel the flow -- this brainwave zappy power
here's a little something that you ought to know
the resonating field is bound to spring and grow
out into desolate unchartered regions beyond here
and you can bet those vibratory freaks out-range the human ear
emanating, outward bounding from this central mass
palpitating, resonating pulses which surpass
culminated tabulating realms of mental class
this publication rap sensation cannot be unrambled
it rides the circuits of each station trying to unscramble
the contents of the barrage coming forth from this montage
the game was for the kids and the music? the patronage.
it's lame, it breaks the bridge, so misuse the acreage
for a place to have some fun even though it's said by some
that the rules say that you can't, but I say, "Let them crawfish dance!"
Life is such a game of chance, don't be caught without your pants
ride this highway to the moon
I'm FreakYouOut I own this tune
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