Faust Arp

Wakey, wakey, rise and shine

It's on again, off again, on again

Watch me fall like dominoes

In pretty patterns

Fingers in the blackbird pie

I'm tingling, tingling, tingling

It's what you feel, not what you ought to

What you ought to

Reasonable and sensible

Dead from the neck up

I guess I'm stuffed

Stuffed

Stuffed

I thought you had it in you

But not

Not

Not

For no real reason

Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles

I take a bow, take a bow, take a bow

It's what you feel, not what you ought to

What you ought to

The elephant that's in the room

Is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling, duplicate and triplicate

Plastic bags

In duplicate and triplicate

Dead from the neck up

I guess I'm stuffed

Stuffed

Stuffed

We thought you had it in you

But not

Not

Not

Exactly where do you get off?

Is enough

Is enough

I love you but enough is enough

Enough of that stuff

For no real reason

You've got a head full

Of feathers

And you're gonna melt on me

The butter