Long before woman, long before man
God realize he was a music fan
Thunder was clapping, waves were slapping
And the palm trees playing like a robot band
And by the man who was [bad word]  friend

Elephants talking, zebras walking
Armadillos grooving into the bar
Dinosaurs, they're not sure, evolution at the door
Don't wanna be a donkey, wanna stand on all floors
I'm so uptight, that I'm not upright

There must be a place
Where I can state my case
You can slap my bass
But you cannot erase
The way I feel, when I play [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  Bass

After the cesspool man arrives
With eagle his amigo, lust in his eyes
Can't touch down his own legs, man crawling' back in 
disgrace
So praying to the God of [bad word]  bass [bad word] up one, later I'll be gone

Concret jungle working on the night shift

Long day (OK) no one left to dance with
Back at my cave as a [bad word] cat
Shaped like a woman but she don't talk back
She's so sweet and low, that only my friend would know
There must be a place
Where I can stay my case
You can slap my bass
But you cannot erase
The way I feel, when I play

Conflict came, conflict went [bad word]  [bad word] were bent
Use your head, you ain't dead
You better stay in the race
Resing yourself to a second place
Don't you mess with [bad word]  bass

There must be a place
Where I can state in my case
You can slap my bass
But you cannot erase
The way I feel, when I play [bad word]  [bad word]  bass
Slap my bass, trash my place
Put that guitar back in its case
Put on heels, leather and lace
Only make love, to [bad word]  bass