Making Flippy Floppy

Everybody, get in line

Nothing [bad word] between us
Nothing gets you down
Nothing strikes your fancy
Nothing turns you on

Somebody is waiting in the hallway
Somebody is falling down the stairs
Set someone free, break someone's heart
Stand up, help us out

Everything is divided
Nothing [bad word] Everything looks impressive
And do not be deceived

You don't have to wait for more [bad word] No one makes a monkey out of me
We lie on our backs, feet in the air
Rest and relaxation, rocket to my brain

Snap into position
Bounce till you ache
You step out of line and
And you end up in jail

Bring me a doctor
I have a hole in my head
But they are just people
And I'm not afraid

Doctor, doctor
We have nothing in our pockets
We continue
But we have nothing left to offer

Faces pressed against the window
Hey, they are just my friends
Check this out, don't be so slick
Break our backs, it goes like this

We are born without eyesight
We are born without sin
And our mama protects us
From the cold and the rain

We're in no hurry
Sugar and spice
We sing in the darkness
And we open our eyes, open up

Oh, I can't believe it
When people are strange
Our president's crazy
Did you hear what he said?

Business to pleasure
Lie right to your face
Divide it in sections
And then give it away

Well there are no big secrets
And don't believe what you read
We have great big bodies
We got great big heads [bad word]  [bad word]  run it all together
Check it out, still don't make no sense
Makin' flippy floppy, tryin' to do my best
Lock the door, we kill the beast, kill it