101 (feat. Joe Newman)

As I lay lying to the limit of my chain I stand and pivot a perfect circle Move me that blue brown and purple Your wedding gift that remains With a temperature of 103 That's the temperature my cheek can leave G-A-S-O-L-I-N-E G-A-S-O-L-I-N-E G-A-S-O-L-I-N-E G-A-S-O-L-I-N-E Do Re Mi Fa So captive for so long Somersaults underwater Are walking through the grandest lover With a temperature of 103 That's the temperature my cheek can leave Forgive and shut up ratchet it up once again A soul one feet mongler Three legged hands in hunger With a temperature of 103 The three beasts are released on me G-A-S-O-L-I-N-E So far that's all I got G-A-S-O-L-I-N-E