Pet sound

Turbid: 
Yes it´s Turbid and I like to reclaim freely
like tracks of da pigeons in the air you don´t see me 
I´m a host of magical illusions 
I be callin´vast amount of tibbits and intrusions 

Croucho: 
I love this place It smells so good
It puts me in a sunset mood 
The skies pour down like ice cream
Listen to the juice of my light beam 

Snuggles: 
Yo! This the sun settin 
Snuggles stepppin up 
Fill your hearts like a teddy bear 
Fizzy is my flow, fuzzy is my wear
Comin in layers of sugar and frost 
Sprad that fluffy island dust 
Petticoat lady, pet the little bunny 
Runny with the honey and I don´t need money 
Fresh lemonade and sugar cane 
Melting on the palm of my hand
Take you to the empty pleasure land 

Chorus: 
Boowaboowaboowaboo 
Pet sound honey baby 
Rubber soul runny 
Glowstick gravy
Boowaboowaboowaboo
Good luck fot the ride x3 
That beats your dusty ride, thats right

Croucho: 
Boil it down 
Caramelize 
Make it soft for the ladies eyes 
Get down on the croucho playground
In the chicklet castle i´m a goon in a gown 

Wizard: 
Sun and moon go hand in hand 
Cryin tears of a puppet band 
If there´s a fire, there´s a fireman
Fun´s to be heard across the land 
I do magical tricks Got a truckload full 
Lying on the beach I get grabbed by the pull 
Of the mystery waters 
This one goes out to all sons and daughters 

Turbid: 
I be wobbelin gobbelin, 
See dis is da stardust-robbery
Pleasure island, where you come from dis is destillery 
Of our minds our mission 
We be fishin´ 
For da loontoons rubbersoul spreadin´ superstissiones 

Pit: 
The Beach and the Shore, cut copy and paste
Pitch [bad word] you know we got taste 
Shhhhh - that´s how we do it 
Shhhhh - ´s how we grow

Chorus

Bunny: 
After dark we get the glowsticks out 
Phosphorise and dont worry about 
Nothin never and no mans 
Sellin my muffins and charm in grams 

Hammerhead: 
Hold it, hold it [while bunnys part] This is too sweet for me 
I like salt water on a blood red reef
I eat off the shores of the pleasure island 
Hammerhead, meatpies for milesin my land 

Turbid: 
We is a fluid unit, ´n we is not going soon
It´s mars to settle down, 
For da stars da worlds a clown, 
Down us is goin´as a firethrower showin heat, 
Yeah ourselves is the one in the end we´s gonna meet, Yeah I wish you a good luck´ah to store your nuts, 
To store your fruits 
Whatever your boy whatever your mood´s like, we gonna keep on hikin through your chemicals, 
Whatever you say, your mind´s cotrolled by my chemicals, 
Of fills and skills over the hills and shores 
We be spreadin´ our dumbass thrills Chorus