chorus – like mahatma gandhi followed by a horde of hotties or the feds on the trail of a
mr. john gotti, I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami, hijack the mike and it's not
like anyone can stop me.

it's like arithmatic, the way I make it stick, some say it's gibberish, some say it's silly
shit. but some people pay a cover charge to listen to it, some people take the path train
to jersey for it. ladies! in the corner with your hand on your hip, make you jump so high
that the record will skip. make you feel so good that the room starts to spin. my favorite
kinda nut is a macadamian. come on all you honeys, I am beggin to begin, I say I gotta get
the get the grand, gotta get within, gotta get more cream than wisconsin, honeyroom suite
at the sheridan, bath tub full of expensive gin, lots of candles and violins, bikinis made
of diamonds, honeys beggin' me to break their hymens.

repeat chorus