Wow...some people seem to have completely made up the lyrics for this one. Anyway, the retail release has most of the lyrics and all the ones listed have an error in some way or another.
These are the proper lyrics for Faust Arp
One, two, three, four
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like
Dominoes in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel, not
What you ought to,
what you ought to - reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But Not, Not, Not
For no real reason.
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
I take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel, not
What you ought to, what you ought to
The 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 Not, Not, Not.
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 got melted to butter.
Wow...some people seem to have completely made up the lyrics for this one. Anyway, the retail release has most of the lyrics and all the ones listed have an error in some way or another.
These are the proper lyrics for Faust Arp
One, two, three, four Wakey, wakey, rise and shine It's on again, off again, on again Watch me fall like Dominoes in pretty patterns Fingers in the blackbird pie I'm tingling, tingling, tingling It's what you feel, not What you ought to, what you ought to - reasonable and sensible Dead from the neck up I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed We thought you had it in you But Not, Not, Not
For no real reason.
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles I take a bow, take a bow, take a bow It's what you feel, not What you ought to, what you ought to The 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 Not, Not, Not. 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 got melted to butter.