Tuesday, January 16, 2007

I Don't Even Like This Song or the Title Blues

Hey, hey, are you crazy too?
Does you mind churn butter?
Buddy, buddy, I'm very crazy
and burned butter, buddy.

Hey, hey, does it get really sad.
Does it get smooth like black, black ice?
Yeah, man, it's sad, it's sad.
It's a full basket of sadness.

Moon, moon, will you shoot down your glow?
Moon, moon, shoot your glow down please.
I don't like to use words no more.