Rational Bohemian

I wanna walk around And kick the tires of your mind Trace the laces to the places And embrace them as they subtly unwind Sid my Vicious, you're delicious Stars and garters — do my dishes Pass me the bottle and I'll coddle The floor model of your mind I wanna take a trip To your cerebral petting zoo I know there ain't no cages Just the pages of the ages that is you I can't recant, you're too enchanting Raise my rent and rave my ranting I'll creep behind the keeper As he sleeps beside the zebras of your mind I wanna tie one on In the nightclub of your mind Travel down underground and buy a round For any clown that I can find Truth be told, you're good as gold Hot patootie — bless my soul I'll order up a porter and a quarter For the jukebox of your mind