Uptight macaroon on channel 52
he got a whole lot of peaches but he ain’t got no canoe.
Rollin’ down the alley towards Strawberry Falls
where the angels and the lemmings they won’t talk to you at all.
Holmes’s in the kitchen, Joanie’s in the bathroom,
Paul’s on the avenue and sayin’ something crass.
I’m on the patio, listenin’ to the radio,
fishin’ for the fashion of the latest constitution.

How do you say I mean I wonder what to do,
you gotta hit me with a hammer if you wanna see me move.
I got a rolled up rector shack with 57 tools
and a mindful on the table just to jump back in the pool.
College didn’t do it, papers on the fluid,
polish it and turn it in there’s really nothin’ to it.
Grownups on the cribbage, rollin’ for the spinach,
powered by the gummies and a lot of phooey gibberish.

Turn that rack around the spindle on the wheel,
you got the nitty-gritty pictures on the back of a pill.
I got a whole lot of fortune, pull the hair from the coin,
I’ve been talkin’ to the boss ain’t got no company to join.
I’m gonna do it, we’re all going through it,
the torture and the torment man there must be something stewin’.
Fruitless frappuccino, don’t tell me something we know,
just walk me down the plank and get me out of this casino.

Oh there’s a whole lot more a lot I’d like to say
but this song ain’t being published and I ain’t getting paid.
And I ain’t got a motive and I ain’t got a rap,
and I ain’t got no connection to the happy and the sad.
Town homes and beaches, strawberry peaches,
funkified Levi’s, and a brand new coat of paint.
Hold me to this credence, I ain’t sellin’ trinkets,
or bangin’ you with Bibles like I’m some kind of saint.