the tamborines and the didgeridoo set the animals free from the pimpin zoo and I'll elevate your mind like airplane glue Out in the desert on a three day
all are subject to my thrall I act appalled when in receipt of less than the highest honor some day I'll be both revered & passe like madonna I'm all
The salesman turned to close the blinds A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading down those tracks Any day now for sure Another day
see a great black forest for all these cracker trees I'm talkin about Afro-Madonna, and child, and child and child, and child, and whoops, there goes another
living in the corner praying my Madonna che non mi risponde mai ma non chiamarmi Chicco stick banana people baby you're ok Corral Every day I'm crying