Pop Song

Two, three I can't do it without Go! (It's) the wood man and his splintering self (It's) the wooden woman and her hollowing out (It's) the wooden man and his splintering self (It's) the wood woman and her hollowing out (It's) the wood man and his splintering self (Sickly Mickey Mouse!) (It's) the wooden woman and her hollowing out (Skinny Minnie Mouse!) (It's) the wooden man and his splintering self (Sickly Mickey Mouse!) (It's) the wood woman and her hollowing out (Skinny Minnie Mouse!) (It's) the wood man and his splintering self (Sickly Mickey Mouse!) (It's) the wooden woman and her hollowing out (Skinny Minnie Mouse!) (It's) Elvis, what happened? Elvis, what happened? Pop Popsicle No The label stapled a speaker To the back of a sheep's throat Tongue depressor with the width The width of a spatula Suppresses all (sylla-) Oh? "Bah bah blah" "Bah bah blah" "Bah bah blah" End, end, end quote Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Spun any way you like it Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Spun any way you like it Elvis, what happened? Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Spun any way you like it Elvis, what happened? Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Spun any way you like it (Go, go, do-) High (high), school (school) picture Day in L.A Someone in the sky (with diamonds, with diamonds) (And you go back) And you go back to bed With a dead dog (if I dare) in your hand Two perfect strangers (strangers) carrying a ladder (carrying a ladder) You can tell they're strangers Chasing themselves in the windows of shops How can I be your lover? When you sport a head of rubber? Sucker You can't (can't) take (can't) applause to bed (with you) I've got my own blood And a decent depression of the mind And then we said Fuck In our pop song In our pop song Elvis, what happened? Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Spun any way you like it Elvis, what happened? Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Cotton, cotton candy Spun any way you like it Hi kiddies Well We're cramping and sweating and groaning with the rest of them (Is that all?) Well, I'll try and give you that dope that you were talking about We've already wrecked about three records trying to perfect one First, sounded like we were talking in a thrashing machine And then, one thing or another So maybe this thing isn't gonna turn out alright These records are sure the real McCoy Your voices sounded so real on the last one I almost caught myself answering back a couple of times Well I'll see ya soon And, send another record if you have one Being here is sure swell We're gonna be on our vacation in Hello? Who is this? Huh?