Rubbed The Lamp The Wrong Way

Ooh sing it

Cavemen dwell here

There's a circus in the sky

A place where dreamers dream

And we all can fly

Oh my

Trip to the bottleshop

Gotta pop, knock knock

Would you like to wobble

'Till the rythm hop

'Till the women cock

Major flavour hey

Oh oh dear God

Can you get the kitten wet

Can you leap with frogs

Can you look into the sky

'Cause it's written in blood

And the music in your mind

Is unconditional love

I can hear destiny echo off my fear

Whispering, I can just feel the beat

If we build it they will come

To camp on the moon when the world's gold

Look back at my

When wrestling tigers

And wild when I'm flying

Did you like your lips

In my garden

Won't stop 'till the jukebox

With a fat wooden oar

Oh my I couldn't soar

This in my belly anymore

Mental cages

Telly at the door

I need some music to relax my mind

I need some music so I can recline

I need some music that can chill me out

I need some music I can think about

Everybody like the good rythm, rip it

Everybody like the good living, live it

Everybody in the house here sure give up

To the people in the back and the front row

Everyboy like the good rythm, rip it

Everybody like the good living, live it

Everybody in the house give it up

To the crew walked in that

Lower the drawbridge to get over the

And we don't sink 'cause

And observing the perks like a wise owl

The stools in search of a slice bowl

You a nice girl at the top of the ferris wheel

Getting acquainted with the sun rays, it's rare

It's reeling in the feeling to the way you purr

But you won't be mowed in the way I stir the cauldron

All I want is to marry a sultans daughter

And be invisible when no one's looking

I'm an easy route touch my willy wood whooper

Damn straight I would like to tell you how

I would like to get into you

My engine

But you stepped on a couple pennies in a mud hole

When we drift on the sidewalk

Big beautiful glassy eyeballs

Step out the booth drenched in wet clothes

I got a head full of memories a head full of blues

I got a head full of chemistry a head full of booze

I got a head full of dick for obnoxious folk

I got a head full of I wanna

I need some music to relax my mind

I need some music so I can recline

I need some music that can chill me out

I need some music I can think about

I need some progress

Are we ready to roll, yes

Oh baby it's so fresh

Put your pedal to the metal in your shitbox ride

We got that bomb bounce, jump down

Get up and touch the sky

Forget this I'm not making my bed

I hate the motherfucking club, stop breaks your necks

I got hands in the air like whippodeedoohaa

Intelligence hits when you look at it too hard

Ooh let's break free of this spell

People see when they yell

Sing to the song boy going straight into the convoy

Everybody like the good rythm, rip it

Everybody like the good living, live it

Everybody in the house here sure give up

To the people in the back and the front row

Everyboy like the good rythm, rip it

Everybody like the good living, live it

Everybody in the house give it up

To the crew walked in that

I need some music to relax my mind

I need some music so I can recline

I need some music that can chill me out

I need some music I can think about

Praise to the weapon inspector for coming up with the bomb

We were just frisked by an old woman in the back lane

Watch your step