There were voices I was trying to shake so my million monkies typing up rules could break away from station k...hey...you...awwwww fear for me and there hound dogs barking like a mile away there were june bugs begging for the rights to may and i was thinkin...sorry i was thinkin we outta roust our bums in double wide cirlcles we can say fun words like 'burgle' and 'gerbil' but that's not to imply that rousting our bums has anything to do with gerbils...at all and we can bake up passed times up in a cloud shaped dish spike that batter with our yellow bricks pop spit bubbles betwixt our lips and pull the bible belt back through the loops it missed and say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah hey yeah yeah I said hey...What's going on...With these Voices I've been trying to shake like a micro hoola hoop hoop in a grape yeah it's a mixed up jumbled up, macro grape in my hula huh huh huh huh hula h u l a, hula hula hooping moods of the hips of a dove who's got a prothetic wings that fits like a glove to fly bi-polar bears round trip for free with first class seating for everything it's like bird chirps making a move on the screams of a beaver brought down in a kindom of false teeth a beaver wood checking out a method of feeling a beaver named Lincoln with logs for me so proud of his his chipped quick witted grin weasel up hopping from the child within who builds better toys in a moment than he can for a moment that builds to an end Run through just the chords and take it down... he came to make toll roads of charged paper mache pull his ?point? from stacks of haaaay and finger paint phones for the call of the wild like the wild still had a say hey hey so we can bake passed times up in a cloud shaped dish spike that batter with our yellow bricks pop spit bubbles in betwixt our lips and pull the bible belt back throug hthe loops it missed and sing hey yeah, yeah yeah yeah hey heay yeah i said hey i said heey i said haaaaaay