Leveling, graveling, gravelly groans 
 Exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes 
 His home is afloat on a yellow black moat 
 Of bile, hate and guile and vile pains in my throat 
 Let's drown in the basement, it's filled to the brim. 
 Let's jack up the prices while the pickings are slim 

 [bad word] 
 Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like 
 My party tricks?
 Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like 
 My party tricks?

 You all washed through me like debris in a stream, 
 You cut me to ribbons and left me to bleed 
 Melting alone, showing off white bone 
 You can ring that bell or you can chuck in that stone 
 On the phone is the voice I've been dying to hear 
 There's nothing for you, better luck next year 
 When everything suddenly was utterly clear 
 To shut off these shut outs, I'll cut off this ear 

 [bad word] 
 Can you hear, can you hear, can you hear this night? 
 It's starry, starry 
 Can you see, can you see, can you see me mouth out 
 "Sorry, Charlie"? 

 There's no good taste in this art space 
 Straight porno and snuff films, I should be disgraced, 
 but I'm titillated, it's tantalizing, 
 and as I move to the movement, I'm self-aggrandizing 
 I'm filling with air, I'll float it up there 
 chairman sitting easy on a big easy chair 

 [bad word] x2]
 Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like 
 My party tricks?
 Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like 
 My party tricks?

 So do you like my party tricks? 
 I trick out clicking sticks 
 So do you like my party tricks? 
 I trick out clicking sticks to get my kicks