So you want to be married, oh baby, trying to put me on a chain, ain't that some shame? You must be losing your weak little mind.

I want to get up in the morning and just roll over in my bed into an indoor swimming pool. And then swim to the breakfast table.

Now if six turned up to be nine, I don't mind, I don't mind.

The night I was born, Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red.

To be with the others, you have to have your hair short and wear ties. So we're trying to make a third world happen, you know what I mean?

So you want to be married, oh baby, trying to put me on a chain, ain't that some shame? You must be losing your weak little mind.

Music is a safe type of high. It's more the way it was supposed to be. That's where highness came, I guess, from anyway. It's nothing but rhythm and motion.