by Robert McAtee
Lyrics and Meaning
Shake your head. I know philosophy.
Easy to please . . . welcome to fill in the blank.
Dirty but clean, or clean but dirty.
Doesn't really matter bubble up full of steam.
Lights are flashing. Exhilaration galore.
Water is wet. Place your bet.
I tell ya there's a chance that luck comes from the aroma of skin.
Fruit will keep ya dancin'. Shake the hair.
A smile goes a long way back through the tunnel.
Vision is a bit cloudy. Days are good for anticipation.
If occupations were this fun I'd have one and get paid.
Laser beams come from her eyes. Warm, hot and cold.
We all scream for that says the cat to the bird.
A herd of me runnin' through the fence, expensive champagne.
Under the snowy roof. Sixteen plus four score and seven years ago.
Ring on the chest. This'll be the best year yet there ever was.
Check mate says the pawn. The blender is icy. The candle is spicy.
Swim in the fish bowl. Spin around this is one small step for mankind.
Rewind if you wanna watch again. I can walk on water (when it's frozen).
I'm a wave of happiness. Happiness. Ha. You keep on sailin'.
Smooth sailin' from here. Here ya go again, whipped dreams.
Make this my arcade. Rosy cheeks. Freckle me fancy. Sand is miles away.
Polka dots. Imagination. Elegant nails. Scratch my back superstar.
I've got a good one for you - good as new so turn in on. Turn it on.
Wink at me, rosy little cute face. Eyes sparkle like Las Vegas.
Up all night. Up all night. Watch me, insomniac. A paper sack with liquid.
Green candy, food coloring and . . . oh you know. Bubbles boil for fun.
Evaporation. Wet hair, polka dot imagination.
The groove is back and baby you've got it. Rosy, Rosy champagne.
Pretty philosopher. Major pain that feels so good.
Knock on wood, knock on metal and make me rust. Make me rust. Make me rust.
Shake your head. I know philosophy. Easy to please.
Welcome to fill in the blank once again. Dirty but clean, or clean but dirty.
It doesn't really matter bubble up full of steam. Lights flashing.
Exhilaration galore. Water is wet. Place your bet. Bubbles boil for fun.
Evaporation. Wet hair. Evaporation. Oh.
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