What I need
Is good advice
Cooked on plates of ground meat

Rubber hands and silly friends
Pasted on my wall.


Someone sold
A sweet sea soup
That I could swim in proudly

We might swim like laughing ducks
In your pink light glow


There we go changing kin
There we go again


My hands can make your
Warm again
If not absorbed in blankets

Are you in need of teen angst
And nibble on your neck?


And if I had volcano boots
For swimming in volcanoes
Do you know the origins of laughing ducks?

Oh what's a matter with those birds

There we go changing kin

There we go again

What you need's a

Happy farm
With happy goats and sheep


What I need's a
Happy arm
To swing ya 'round like father