Chinese masseuse [bad word] between us 
Talks in haikus 
Plastic venus 
Got a [bad word] 
In her pocket  [bad word] two lubes 
And a silver rocket 

Hang on hang on 
To your iq to your id 
Hang on hang on 
To your iq to your id 

I'm lonely I'm lonely 
I'm lonely I'm lonely 

Every morning 
My eyes will open wide 
I gotta get high 
Before i go outside 
Roll another 
For breakfast 
Burning clouds around 
And in my solar plexus 

Hang on hang on 
To your iq to your id 
Hang on hang on 
To your iq to your id 

I'm lonely 
I'm lonely 
I'm lonely 
I'm lonely 

Legs eleven 
Makes me stay up late 
Two fat ladies on my back 
And now it's 88 
I'm a fool 
Whose tool is small 
It's so miniscule 
It's no tool at all 

Hang on hang on 
To your iq to your id 
Hang on hang on 
To your iq to your id 

I'm lonely 
I'm lonely 
I'm lonely 
I'm lonely 
Oh