Rollin’ on some rubber bubbles fastened to poles.
Climbing up the compass, troubled, as I make my way home.
My love is huddled up.
Her collegiate soul has a hole just like mine.
Yesterday it was full but I had to go.
Oh, I'll be back, how am I to know when I'll be back?
But when I'm back, we'll go out to a movie
And we'll go out to get some biscuits and groovy
WOO
WOO
WOO
WOO
Biscuits and groovy, the fruit is a-smoothie
The chicks are so nudie, to jam is your duty
On the teeter-totter wanting that but this then
Like a sticker losing sticky in reapplication
I wanna call you up, talk to you like a friend
But I know within minutes the conversation will end
You'll have to go
I'll call you back
You'll say "come home"
"Not yet, I can't"
But when I can, we'll go out to a movie
And we'll go out to get some biscuits and groovy
WOO
WOO
WOO
WOO
Biscuits and groovy, the fruit is a-smoothie
The chicks are so nudie, to jam is your duty
Biscuits and groovy
I am a zombie
I am a zombie
I am a zombie from Mozambique
We all are zombies from Mozambique
I am a zombie
I am a zombie
I am a zombie from Mozambique
I do stuff
Yeah, I do stuff
WOO
WOO
WOO
WOO
Biscuits and groovy, the fruit is a-smoothie
The chicks are so nudie, to jam is your duty
Your butt is so booty
Your face is so groovy
To jam is your duty
Biscuits and groovy
I do stuff