If I could be anything in the world that flew I would be a bat and come swooping after you And if the last time you were here, they were a bit cuckoo Well, you know what happens after dark When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts And all the missionaries lose their bark Oh, all the trees are calling after you And all the venom snipers after you Are all the mountains bolder after you? If I could be anyone of the things in the world that bite Instead of an ancient ocelot on a leash, Id rather be a kite And be tied to the end of your string, flying in the air at night Cause you know what they say about honey bears When you shave off all their baby hair You have a hairyminded pink bare bear And all the bells are rolling out for you And all the stones are erupting out for you And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff were grooving on the street And just like in a movie, her hands became her feet Her belly button was her mouth Which meant she tasted what shed speak But the funny thing is what happened to her nose It grew until it reached all of her toes Now when people say her feet smell, they mean her nose And all the curtains laced with diamonds for you And all the Roman noblemen for you And kingdoms Christian sailors, dear, for you And melting ice cap mountain tops for you And knights in flaming silver robes for you And bats, that with a kiss, turn prince for you Swoop, swoop Rock, rock Roll, roll Swoop, swoop Rock, rock Roll, roll Swoop, swoop Rock, rock
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