Mailboxes drip like lampposts

In the twisted birth canal of the coliseum

Rim job fairy teapots mask the temper tantrum

O' say, "Can you see 'em?"

Stuffed cabbage is the darling of the Laundromat

'N' the sorority mascot sat with the lumberjack

Pressing, passing, stinging half synthetic fabrications of his time

The mouse with the overbite

Explained how the rabbits were ensnared

'N' the skinny scanty sylph trashed the apothecary diplomat

Inside the three-eyed monkey within inches of his toaster oven life

In my mind, I'm half blind

My inner ref is mostly deaf

I'm smell impaired if you cared

My sense of taste is wasted

On the phosphorescent orange peels

Of San Francisco axe-encrusted frenzy

So let me touch you

Let me touch you

Let me touch you

Let me touch you

Where the Royal Jelly gets made

Coloratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers

Hangers-on and fancy flinger's to the dress ball

Mushrooms and bowling pins

Stove pipe hats and other things I can't recall from Juvenile hall

We're so unlucky and stuff

Woodrow Wilson never had it so tough

Dairy Queen and Vaseline and Maybelline

Paul Bunyan and James Dean

Allegory agencies of pre-Raphaelite paganry

And Shenandoah tapestries compared with good mahogany

Collapsing the undying postcard romance

With feline perspicacity by the university

That night I held a paucity

Which you deemed common courtesy

I wasn't what you thought I'd be

I shouldn't have invited you to dance

In my tree I'm halfway free

And in my chair one quarter there

In my dream one-sixteenth cream

In the coffee of the courtier

Of the sycophant assistant to the king

So let me touch you

Let me touch you

Let me touch you

Let me touch you

Where the Royal Jelly gets made

You're a liar