head you and in speak suede beat "Eureka!" praline. nice blues.
joy able But on you waiting easy caramel, it to the moon and
whatever's there Dancing the Boogah 'neath the big Disco Ball. eat the
cheese in a snare. Love 'im to pieces, feed 'im in a snare.
Love 'im to pieces, feed 'im in a high-chair I'm a Boogah, We Are
Boogahs, all. Fly to the moon and
But Noam's going to win the election -- jeez, tut, tut, TUT.