The Fast One

Lyrics for The Fast One

Some kind of junk machine I've been punted out outside me Don't know what I'm thinking Or what I've left behind You see, I don't remember when Something plain and good brought me back here again Stumbling 'round the house at night I couldn't give her a call Falling off the curbstone On the way to her door But this squamella It's the biggest kick I ever got Now it's squamella Nothing else hits the spot Everybody's a puppet And everybody's a wreck And everybody's got pictures That they can't forget But this squamella It hangs here in my mind It's an ugly thing I can't leave behind