We crawled out of the sea
Jelly stained reptile brained
And still we have these minds
And that fishy kinda flux
All unglued, loose and ballooned
Like an octopussy swimmin'
Licorice gas our hearts our ass
You don't understand your minds' music
Got my source of creation
There's a mustache comm' down
Tongue is red givin' head
Look inside, there you'll find
Smearin' doo doo on the walls
I got spanked when I yanked Niagra Falls
Goddesses of beauty, I worship your booty
I suffered in her succotash
I got Diabolic Tastemaker
Got my source of creation More from Cherry Poppin' Daddies