two, three,
i can't do it without,
go

the wood man and his splintering self,
the wood woman and her hollowing out
the wood man and his splintering self,
the wood woman and her hollowing out
the wood man and his splintering self,
the wood woman and her hollowing out

elvis, what happened

popsicle, the label stapled speaker,
to the back of a sheep's throat,
tongue depressor with the width of a spatula suppressess all,
bah bah blah, bah bah blah, end end end quote,

cotton cotton candy,
cotton cotton candy,
cotton cotton candy,
spun anyway you like it

high school picture datin' l.a.
someone in the sky
dies and you go back to bed
sittin dull dare head,
two perfect strangers
strangers carrying a matador,
you can tell their strangers,
chasing themselves in the windows of shops,
how can i be your lover?
when you snore a little louder,
you can't take applause to bed
and a decent depression of the mind

and then we said, [bad word] 
in our pop song, in our pop song

elvis, what happened?
cotton cotton candy,
cotton cotton candy,
cotton cotton candy,
spun anyway you like it,

hi kiddies,
we're cramping and sweating and groaning with the rest of them,
i'm trying to give you that dope you were talking about,
we've already wrecked three records trying to perfect one,
first satellite with thrashing machine
and then one thing or another, 
so maybe this thing isn't gonna turn out alright
these records are sure the real mccoy
your voice sounded so real on the last one
i almost caught myself answering back a couple of times. . . 
well i'll see ya soon,
send another record if you have one,
being here is sure swell,
we're gonna be on our vacation in. . .

hello? who is this?