זה נראה לי כמו הר

One, two, three, four
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like
Dominoes in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel
Not what you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not, not, not

For no real reason

Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
I take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel
Not what you ought to, what you ought to
The elephant that's in the room is
Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
In duplicate and triplicate and
Plastic bags in duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not, not, not
Exactly where do you get off?
Is enough, is enough
I love you but enough is enough
Enough of that stuff

There's no real reason

You've got a head full of feathers
You got melted to butter