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 no, no, no
For no real reason

Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
And 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
Duplicate and triplicate and plastic bags

And duplicate and triplicate, dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you but no, no, no
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