Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
Where do you put it,
in the garbage can, my honest friend
My shyness, pet her flow
She's only been five months late
Even though we haven't had sex for a week
A mil a day, a mil, I say
And my heart's made my...
Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis
She was tied up in chains,
and Sam had helped her in the freezer
She's only five weeks late
And I haven't had a date forever...
Wish I had more...more opportunity
More chances to remember some things
So I couldn't have so much pressure on my...
On my...on my...um...ah, on my...um...um...head
We'd have so much more diversity
And so much more input, so much more creative flow
If we had someone in school, a (GIT)
Ha...Come on, Dave, think of one
Dave: inaudible(girls in trouble)
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
Fuck, man, this is a waste of time
One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh!Yeaaaahhhhh!
You're personally responsible for...
The entire strip...to be washed away....
Cleansed...as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
Flowed through the strip and were set on fire
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom
And he...he erected a beautiful city...a city of stars