CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hallowed Be Thy Ween (Very Long Suite)
Do you, PC, to make this something for which to make your own, who she is?
Do you, sweet little Peggy Honeydew, take this penetrated hero and all?
Do you PC, take this woman that you care to hold, love and fit, shake and bake, fake and cake, insinuate all day as long as you...
The Sandman Waits for no ones Sake
But Just to save his skin
His oily grease is full of fleas
But he has put no bone
He's all alone
Has no home
To edge his knifey blade
Sits inside a microdot
And drinks Pink Lemonade
Oh Yeah
And let us pray, oh grеat heavenly horse, who soars thе skyway, let not the hooves of you indiscretion find their mark in the hearts and brains of these raving young children
Show them, oh most merciless named one, not with the balls of your hay-bale turds, but with courage in-blazed in your [????]. Amen
N. Senada! N. Senada's Head's a nodding to
Nod your head, big red!
Visit the 'Frisco zoo!
Oh! Eat me mother with a gut first stout
Yes, Eat me mother cause I feel left out!
Sug Me Sadie me with a boogie beat
Yeah kill me lady cause I need a treat
Sunset's fast in the blithering haze
A crune with a prune and I haven't got it made
Slay me with a hatchet on the bumper of a ford
Cause I hope I don't catch it but I don't know what for
Sunset's fast in the blithering haze
A crune with a prune and I haven't got it made
The Sun Hangs Out
On the edge of the world
The Bumble Bee's shout
And the Flags are Unferld
It's a magical, mystical, time of the day
The Comets Have Chased all the rain from the Hay
But if'n you think that There's no more to Do...
Sog a sick bag, untie your shoe!
Sunset's fast in the blithering haze
A crune with a prune and I haven't got it made
Foul flavor of bourbon coated my nostrils like a seething hatred!
The stench of b*t*h was more than a breathing body can understand
But then, all bodies don't breathe, do they Eloise?
No!
Some play by the night, and bubble with scorn
And beat on the knees of the never been born!
God! How I hated that day of
All days
At the end of the nights with the sultry pink tights
Ahhhhh! It split me in two!
From the bowl of a beam with the edge of a blade of another nightshade!
And, and could I? Could I? Could I cry out from all that I've heard? Huh? Huh?
Oh, No, no, no, never a word from this Mortimer Snerd!
Kamikaze Lady drifts in at night!
(Look out behind you!)
She likes to check and see if your underwear is tight
We have a special treat for you tonight. The uh we-
And Round and Round & Round, oh dobedobeda on the doorknob..
You're not getting any dad!
It's now my pleasure to introduce to you someone who's been in this business a, a really long time. She's a warm, wonderful, truly sincere person
We've worked together many times before, she's a personal friend of mine, I'm sure you're all going to love her now. And we want to give her a big, warm welcome
Direct from a cabaret engagement at the Sands in Las Vegas, it's my great privilege
And honor to give to you, the fabulous, the great, Miss Peggy Honeydew!
Go f**k yourself on a doorknob, mom
In a moldy auditorium
They'll find you hanging upside down
With your glasses goin' round and round
(And round and round and round and round)
Go f**k yourself on a doorknob, mom
In a moldy auditorium
They'll find you hanging upside down
With your glasses goin' round and round
(And round and round and round and round)
And full of eyes and full of swizzle
(You're not gettin' any dad)
And don't get caught out in the drizzle
(It's so, so, so sad)
'Cause I love you, 'cause I love you
(You're not gettin' any dad, it's so, so, so sad)
Cause I love you so
(We love, we love, we love you so)
The Three Most Important Things In The Whole Wide World!
Kamakazi Lady drifts in at night
She likes to check and see if your underwear's tight
She knows the way to open up the holes in your head
And see the silly sucker that you thought was dead
The floating locust garden of your old sweet fondling dreams
Kamakazi Lady slips in at night
She likes to check and see if your underwear's tight
She knows the way to open up the holes in your head
And see the silly sucker that you thought was dead
The night meal of the milque wheats
I ate it to the treats
Kamakazi Lady slips in at night
She likes to check and see if your underwear's tight
She knows the way to open up the holes in your head
And see the silly sucker that you thought was dead
Do you, sweet little Peggy Honeydew, take this penetrated hero and all?
Do you PC, take this woman that you care to hold, love and fit, shake and bake, fake and cake, insinuate all day as long as you...
The Sandman Waits for no ones Sake
But Just to save his skin
His oily grease is full of fleas
But he has put no bone
He's all alone
Has no home
To edge his knifey blade
Sits inside a microdot
And drinks Pink Lemonade
Oh Yeah
And let us pray, oh grеat heavenly horse, who soars thе skyway, let not the hooves of you indiscretion find their mark in the hearts and brains of these raving young children
Show them, oh most merciless named one, not with the balls of your hay-bale turds, but with courage in-blazed in your [????]. Amen
N. Senada! N. Senada's Head's a nodding to
Nod your head, big red!
Visit the 'Frisco zoo!
Oh! Eat me mother with a gut first stout
Yes, Eat me mother cause I feel left out!
Sug Me Sadie me with a boogie beat
Yeah kill me lady cause I need a treat
Sunset's fast in the blithering haze
A crune with a prune and I haven't got it made
Slay me with a hatchet on the bumper of a ford
Cause I hope I don't catch it but I don't know what for
Sunset's fast in the blithering haze
A crune with a prune and I haven't got it made
The Sun Hangs Out
On the edge of the world
The Bumble Bee's shout
And the Flags are Unferld
It's a magical, mystical, time of the day
The Comets Have Chased all the rain from the Hay
But if'n you think that There's no more to Do...
Sog a sick bag, untie your shoe!
Sunset's fast in the blithering haze
A crune with a prune and I haven't got it made
Foul flavor of bourbon coated my nostrils like a seething hatred!
The stench of b*t*h was more than a breathing body can understand
But then, all bodies don't breathe, do they Eloise?
No!
Some play by the night, and bubble with scorn
And beat on the knees of the never been born!
God! How I hated that day of
All days
At the end of the nights with the sultry pink tights
Ahhhhh! It split me in two!
From the bowl of a beam with the edge of a blade of another nightshade!
And, and could I? Could I? Could I cry out from all that I've heard? Huh? Huh?
Oh, No, no, no, never a word from this Mortimer Snerd!
Kamikaze Lady drifts in at night!
(Look out behind you!)
She likes to check and see if your underwear is tight
We have a special treat for you tonight. The uh we-
And Round and Round & Round, oh dobedobeda on the doorknob..
You're not getting any dad!
It's now my pleasure to introduce to you someone who's been in this business a, a really long time. She's a warm, wonderful, truly sincere person
We've worked together many times before, she's a personal friend of mine, I'm sure you're all going to love her now. And we want to give her a big, warm welcome
Direct from a cabaret engagement at the Sands in Las Vegas, it's my great privilege
And honor to give to you, the fabulous, the great, Miss Peggy Honeydew!
Go f**k yourself on a doorknob, mom
In a moldy auditorium
They'll find you hanging upside down
With your glasses goin' round and round
(And round and round and round and round)
Go f**k yourself on a doorknob, mom
In a moldy auditorium
They'll find you hanging upside down
With your glasses goin' round and round
(And round and round and round and round)
And full of eyes and full of swizzle
(You're not gettin' any dad)
And don't get caught out in the drizzle
(It's so, so, so sad)
'Cause I love you, 'cause I love you
(You're not gettin' any dad, it's so, so, so sad)
Cause I love you so
(We love, we love, we love you so)
The Three Most Important Things In The Whole Wide World!
Kamakazi Lady drifts in at night
She likes to check and see if your underwear's tight
She knows the way to open up the holes in your head
And see the silly sucker that you thought was dead
The floating locust garden of your old sweet fondling dreams
Kamakazi Lady slips in at night
She likes to check and see if your underwear's tight
She knows the way to open up the holes in your head
And see the silly sucker that you thought was dead
The night meal of the milque wheats
I ate it to the treats
Kamakazi Lady slips in at night
She likes to check and see if your underwear's tight
She knows the way to open up the holes in your head
And see the silly sucker that you thought was dead
