The smoke is in my eyes
The other woman is in there
She gropes and disappears
It is the cheapest of cheap trick
There are two wrought locks
And my heavy key fits neither
Cal is in there for hide and seek
I cannot play this black joke
I wake up and adjust my eyes
He is pruning himself in the dark
Singing in an unknown language
I ask cannot hear over the hairdryer
I heard the voice from above say
It is time to get down baby and bow
BE COOL BEE COOOOOOOOL
Watching the steam rise
On my holy cup of roast
