Bump a Grape

Traded up for stronger cologne

Cuz he turned his skull into a broken bone

He tried to cry cuz it hurt to think

But neither lobe works

In a leisure suit made of rhinestones

He watches his dog clean his clothes

He seems an alright guy from what i know

Transit authority funds what i bypass

To get my feeding tube

And the plastic it’s made from

Holds up so strong and true

But i want a string quartet

While i use the loo

Spiders crawl up from under

Me to make sure i move

They crawl into my holes

And make me weep and remember my name

He will only dance to a dial tone

He lives on function and function alone

There’s not much behind the eyes

From what i know

Traded up for stronger cologne

Smells like going out

Looks like staying at home

And all the while there were spiders in my butt

Crawlin' around

And i want a string quartet

While i use the loo

Nothing crawls up over my head

To make sure i move