The Peacock Song

My mind's an ashtray, full of ashes

Lick the tears from my eyelashes

Oh whatever will I see that's good?

He plays a really mean guitar

She smokes a really big cigar

I'd love to love ya if only I could

Her love is oh so shiny wet

Keeps a bald peacock for a pet

Oh can you ever understand how I feel?

Miss Jennifa my private dancer

Miss Nina to whom I answer

Kari says we're the only ones who are real

So, when i dream on a Sunday morning

And my lover right beside me keeps on snoring

I wonder if my dog's in heaven

And I wonder when I'll see her again

Psychopharmacology

Has never found a friend in me

But I'll eat sugar cubes all day and night

Those ducklings are never ugly

So she sells herself by the sea

I'll bake her a cake, be it wrong or right

The caterpillar and the spider

Turn the screws a little tighter

Can you ever understand my feel?

Gail G my inspiration

Miss Denise should run the nation

Isabell tortures me with sex appeal

So, when i dream on a Sunday morning

And my lover right beside me keeps on snoring

I wonder if my dog's in heaven

And i wonder when I'll see her again

You're really taking my for a ride

You're a wise guy anyway

I never had a place to hide

Except my brain

So, when i dream on a Sunday morning

And my lover right beside me keeps on snoring

I wonder if my dog's in heaven

And i wonder when I'll see her again

And i wonder when I'll see her again