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 now What you ought to, what you ought to Reasonable and sensible Dead from the neck up Because I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed We thought you had it in you But not, but not, but not For no real reason. Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles out Take a bow, take a bow, take a bow It's what you feel now What you ought to, what you ought to An elephant that's in the room is Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling In duplicate, and duplicate, 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 not, but not, but not. Exactly where do you get off? Is enough, is enough. I love you but enough is enough, enough And now stop - there's no real reason. You've got a head full of feathers. You got melted to butter.