It's what you feel, not what you ought to
Wakey wakey rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like dominoes
In pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel not what you ought to
What you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed
Stuffed
Stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not
Not
Not
For no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
I take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel not what you ought to
What you ought to, what you ought to
The elephant that's in the room
Is tumbling tumbling tumbling
In duplicate and triplicate
In plastic bags
In duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed
Stuffed
Stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not
Not
Not
Exactly where do you get off?
Is enough
Is enough
I love you but enough is enough,
Enough of that stuff
There's no real reason
You've got a head full of feathers
You're going to melt into butter
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like dominoes
In pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel not what you ought to
What you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed
Stuffed
Stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not
Not
Not
For no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
I take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel not what you ought to
What you ought to, what you ought to
The elephant that's in the room
Is tumbling tumbling tumbling
In duplicate and triplicate
In plastic bags
In duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed
Stuffed
Stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not
Not
Not
Exactly where do you get off?
Is enough
Is enough
I love you but enough is enough,
Enough of that stuff
There's no real reason
You've got a head full of feathers
You're going to melt into butter
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