Faust Arp

One, two, three, four

Wakey, wakey

Rise and shine

It's on again, off again, on again

Watch me fall like dominos

In pretty patterns

Fingers in the blackbird pie

I'm tingling, tingling, tingling

It's what you feel now

What you ought to

What you ought to

Reasonable and sensible

Dead from the neck up because

I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed

We thought you had it in you

But no, no, no

For no real reason

Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles

And take a bow, take a bow, take a bow

It's what you feel now

What you ought to

What you ought to

An elephant that's in the room is

Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling

In duplicate and triplicate

And 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 no, no, no

Exactly where do you get off?

Is enough, is enough

I love you but enough is enough

Enough of that stuff

There's no real reason

You've got a head full of feathers

You're gonna melt in to butter