Alligator

[Verse 1: Kimya Dawson]

Orchestrated chamber pots

Soap dish shaped like alligator

Tit for tat you tail my twat

Pitter pat to the smell ya later

For a lack of evidently skater chaser tater tot

Mail the rebate in then wait

But for how long?

I forgot

24 or 25 or 26 man I don't know

Either way an alligator helped me to feel less alone

Through sophomoric awkwardness

Broken Mirror

Damaged Goods

The eternal question's "Would I?"

Would I?

Oh fuck yea I would

Woulda coulda shoulda done it

Almost did but was too scared

Critically conditioning the tits and ass and hips and hair

Piece together rooty tooty cuties poo the tiny one

Inner baggage carry's on external manifestation

All your friends are drinking beer

All your friends are making out

All your friends are smoking shit, and fingering, and going down

T-shirt says "I'm High on Life"

Climb and climb the tallest tree

Christopher and Sir Topham Hatt help you conduct your symphony

For sympathetic chocodiles and empathetic Fudgy whales

Genetically telepathic Reading Rainbow nerf ball sale

Change your shoes and pick a lane

Take aim with three in the holes

Spare the line on the approach

Last chair wins the tidy bowl

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]

The tuning in of Tokyo in lien of Basic Channeling

Had students of the Bosom study woman through the scrambling 1980 cable box

A gateway drug for horny lads

Who later found the joy of sex and hidden stash of porno mags

Holy god damn fucking shit

Massive hooters everywhere

Pointing toward celestial defenders of the hemisphere

So many vagina types

This one is a naked lamb

This one is a violent slice

This one is like raver pants

Someone that you know is hiding hustlers in the local woods

Inside there is something that will alter how you know this world

You may want to fuck some tits

You may want to hide your face

You will always find some time to fuck your fucking time away

We had found a mystery VHS tape in a secret drawer

When our parents left for work we fed it to the VCR

Specimens of hair and sweat intended for a private eye

Humping like a pair of dogs

Showcasing a primal drive

Nothing seemed the same again

Judgement is a petty joke

Nobody can say a word

They worship the same centerfold

Aliens of horrid Mars

Seeking life on boring Earth

Dropping quarters on the floor

Peaking up the shortest skirts

[Outro]

*Squeaking of a mattress*