My brother stirs the cool-aid, giving sips
Two cents and a penny buys a set of big, wax lips
Riding with no hands around the turn
Let's find a guy named Francis, and give him an Indian burn

And we can go tell Roger there's another face looking in the window

Standing with my clothes on in the rain
Let's make some funny phone calls to folks with funny names
Albert holds his breath when he gets mad
That's when I really like him 'cause his breath is really bad

I know that Lucy Higgins still loves me
'Cause she hit me with her lunch pail when I kicked her on the knee
My brother stirs the cool-aid, giving sips
Two cents and a penny buys a set of big, wax lips

Lookin' in the window, lookin' in the window, lookin' in the window

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JOHN C. STEWART, RANDY CIERLEY