I can't help myself
I am the doughnut
That you hold up
And I never sold up in a pie
The hoot boot's so fly
I always try to beat
The rest to impress
I put my tongue
In my trouser press
I got the toots, baby
You got the fruits
Fruit got the loot, lady
You got the boots
Don't be a mook
Don't get the spook
Don't be a cry baby
I only said maybe,
Shmoozin I was pressuing
When like a catapult
I did a summersault
Going down the lazy river
three fingers deliver
I can't help myself
The reverb you just heard is resounding
In the surrounding area
It's getting scarier
I've got the amp damp mangled
Got my tingle in tangle
Let me see what I can wangle
In the Bermuda Triangle
Gravity will be the death of me
Terminal velocity follow
The follow the vaper
One hundred percent proof caper
Burst the barricades
But don't drink the lemonade
Martinis by beard man
An artisan down at the can can
And oh yes he can can fat
Fredies cat in seven lead boots
Whiskey for the whiskers
The shot sure shoots
She sells sea shells sea shells on the sea shore
Is it true what mummy said
You can't come back no more
Oh no no no no
Singing a song about nothing
Talk through my belly button
At the inn of seventh happiness
More or less
I found you on the floor
Saying more more more
Peel back the skin sonar
Beats like quaver
Small bananas selected for flavor
I can't help myself

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Writer(s): MARK ERRINGTON BRYDON, ROISIN MURPHY