So I've been wandering across the countryside looking for the thing,
that one fine thing, that will make me feel better, but all's I got
is itch.
I got a home and love and tv waves, a job and friends and
dancefloor graves, vanilla beans and autoclaves, but still I'm
all a twitch.
Got me new silk clothes and ghillies and Peps,
Bugs bugs bugs bugs, bugs bugs bugs, yeah,
I got fat, silvery watches all gears and springs;
In my ears, up and down my feet,
All together now, bugs bugs bugs bugs, bugs bugs bugs!
got me ginger chocolate and cracked glass pipettes,
Got me Rana pipiens and P. vitticeps,
But my fingers won't be still.
I got all dem buggies to kill.
Bugs bugs bugs bugs, bugs bugs bugs!
Got a box full of crickets all long legs and wings,
Got green motherboards dat go beep-beep and ping,
But the buggies have got me tonight.
And nothing is seeming all right.
On my scalp, All through my meat,
In my innards, across my thighs,
Oh God, I've got them in my eyes.
Bugs bugs bugs bugs, bugs bugs bugs!
Bugs bugs bugs bugs, bugs bugs bugs!
Slander horrifies mast man.
