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Butthole Surfers » Helicopter |
I feel like a sailor baby adrift upon your sea
And if you've got to rock your boat,
Come rock your boat without
Baby, baby, baby, now
I am just a helicopter a-spinning up in the breeze
And if you've got no air baby,
Come spin into my sleep
(Come spit into my sleeve)
Wait a second baby now,
There's something I should know.
Are you just what you say you are?
Or are you just a whoa
Preacher, doctor,
I feel like a cantaloupe
Your mind is just a knife
And if you want to purge my seeds,
You got to take my life
Preacher, man,
Now wait a second, baby, now.
There's something I should tell.
Cause if you're not what you say you are,
You gotta go to hell
[Repeats]
Preacher, man, what touch me now,(doctor) preacher
Doctor man, You cannot touch me there, Preacher
Don't touch me there, doctor Preacher! Don't touch me there,doctor!
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Butthole Surfers » In het album |
Booze, Tobacco, Dope, Pussy, Cars |
Hurdy Gurdy Man |
No, I'm Iron Man |
Revolution, Pt. 1 |
Colored F.B.I. Guy |
P.S.Y. |
Helicopter |
Barking Dogs |
Lonesome Bulldog, Pt. 4 |
Revolution, Pt. 2 |
Lonesome Bulldog |
Lonesome Bulldog, Pt. 3 |
Something |
Bong Song |
Lonesome Bulldog, Pt. 2 |
Golden Showers |
Blindman |
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