Lyrics

[VERSE 1: MALE AND FEMALE SINGING TOGETHER]
Hello. My name is Ancient Jennifrank Frenzy Breasts.
It is so nice to have you here to watch me eat Heroin Stew.
The Damp Birds Of The Disneyland Granite Lips are peeling,
And Free Throw Rug Billy has ordered some screaming fist bolts from Kathmandu.
Oh, dents in the water.
Mmmmm, flower petals drip from the eyes of Hard Foot Peter.
Vvvvvvv, vents of Lesser Gibraltar.
Pwaaaahhhh, powdered pebbles slip out of the tomb of Stinky Skeeter.
[CHORUS: MALE ONLY]
Somehow, the crystal-clear nuns have rejected a thrice-folded salad,
And the Storm-Caressing Princess in the Mathematic Attic is grizzled beyond her tamest dreams.
Stars begin to leak phantom foam on the Pickled Fortress Altar
Because ten Iron Jumping Ducks choking on hockey pucks fizzled along the lamest spleens.
[VERSE 2: FEMALE SINGER ALONE]
Taking an imaginary full-nude bath in the Sewer Fields Of Miniature Burma,
Then boarding a flight to Jakarta when the plane and the entire airport exist inside your own hair.
The Arbitrary Jogging Pee-Niss that hides in the Castle Of Joyous Belch Scabs
Is jiggling near the Magna Carta while insane and retired chair lords resist tin hides for bone care.
Bibbihbbihbbihbbihbbihbbih, a car full of cork graphs.
Sssrrrrehhh, camping wizards soak corn sticks within the rubbery eyeballs of God.
Chonnifffffff, where are my sweet train magnets?
Trrrrrorrrrr,prancing lizards poke thorn chickens as a clubber tree sighs, falls, and meets Todd.
[CHORUS: FEMALE ONLY]
Somehow, the pistol beer lungs have collected a rice-rolled red salad,
And the Warmed Regressing Princess in the Problematic Static is drizzled upon her very best creams.
Cars begin to speak to dumb bones on the Trickled Court Press Tall Spur
Because when Byron's Pumping Trucks' road-bling shines, rocky fukks sizzle like frogs and shameless beans.
[OUTRO: MALE AND FEMALE SINGING TOGETHER]
And the moral of this story is that Jeffriffer Briggiss has chubby barnyard cheeks,
And Amber Davidson Froomie is probing the dog loaf.
Chain your curved bone marrow veins to the thrilling disease in the fire's heart,
And wait patiently 'til the ghost stones start roaming the log roasts.
Nice titts, Daniel!!!