The Mango Song
[A day in the life of a waiter/addict with delusions of grandeur.] - Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees - Slander on wrap paper ties - Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes - Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please - Ramble while slop scraper sighs - Tossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he dies - Operations at the sink - The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes - Feels it tilt and start to slide - Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese - Dangle some grape apple pies - Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies - Your hands and feet are mangos - You're gonna be a genius anyway - Your hands and feet are mangos - You're gonna be a genius anyway