Got into the shop this evening
I saw it, I was not floored
I don't wanna lose this disease
I don't wanna cure it at all (x4)
On the TV show
There's a freak that's looking well
As Uncle Tom brings cynic jokes
And sexy chicks that rocks
And others funny things, and others funny things
I don't believe he's a wicked man but
I don't wanna lose this disease
I don't wanna cure it at all (x2)
Back into the shop I was drifting
Well I saw it, I was not floored
I could have shaked him
I could have broken him but
I don't believe he's a wicked man
Back and forth upon a wave
Take up your forces, give your farewell
I was living in a marvel
Directed by a marvelous chief
I know this dead amorous leaf should come back
With one or two sorrows
I'm acting as a peeping man
Protected by a wrapping cellophane
He doesn't hear more blood in his thorax
He has no worm-eaten features
I've never seen a movie this boring
No more shiny defection
And now I'm staring at my failed first verse
And it's giving me pleasure
I don't wanna lose this disease
I don't wanna cure it at all (x3)
Forget the man in his ripening
Forget the man in his ripening
For we're sweeping up the crumbs of this ripening
All that time we haven't changed at all
But it's so rude, it all
It's so rude, it all
Oh well