Jim's Whiskers

He said, "Son, try a little bit harder It's not quite away from the bone If you fry it a little bit longer Your brain will be all alone" He said, "Girl, I'll cook a little while longer Just please give me more of you" All these words, they keep on jumpin' China white all over you I said you, I said You, you You, you Oh-oh-oh Now please, give me more of this something It's separating from the bone I'm feelin' like more myself now I'm almost more than done Now take me to the stall and teach me Show me all of your evil ways Give me a bath to die in And I'll write you all away I said you, I said You, you You, you You were wrong, man, so wrong, man, oh-oh You were wrong, son, so wrong, son, oh-oh And you were buried so goddamn far away, man And you were buried so goddamn far away, man Oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh