Baloney Lightning from Spirit Party by Brother JT

Elephant wings flap when you sash her purse
Bee stings that make you high
Jessup honey scraped right from the comb
Jubilant beings may possess you on times
Just about to blow my stack
Can't seem to hack the harmony, baby
Beshed up money in your tight crack
Mash up honey in your dynamite stack

But I'm with it--am a real gone prick
Am sympathetic to your crimes
I wanna lick a stamp today
Sail away into the brown-out lightning sometimes

Hey yeah, ay yi yi yi

It's shocking, shocking my teeth till they are black
Black is the color I find nice
So rub my black teeth for luck
Good God, roll them bones
Shuck this here corn
I know it's corny
But I like to do it when I'm horny
I'm horny when I see your dugs
Your milky dugs--milk duds
Shootin milk duds up in your suds
Oh, it's a holiday!

Ay yi yi yi

I got problems, you got problems, that's the problem
Too much poppa in my head--need some momma,
need some molly hatchet, bury the hatchet
It's frighteningly so fine`
But arrivederci to fat mop gorgin' on flies
Mop bucket shop bucket, your EYES
Goodbye, rat-fucker

But I'm with it, I'm hep
I got balonie on the shelf
Ay Ayi yi yi

I'm a brony for a pony named spock
Vampire who can't stand the sight of blood
Who cares, I rock! You rock! We all rock!
All night long

• Rock
• psychedelic
• Easton