197 - Live

My daddy is in the movie, in section 45
He's trying to figure out a way
To put Marilyn behind the yellow curtains
Sleepless, weepless
As he keeps on banging his head upon the screen

He didn't mean to be rude
He didn't mean to be nude in front of all the pretty girls
He did a masochistic twist with a razor
Played a little song for the duck taped girl

A simple operation, practically impossible to blow
There were 197 numbers on the table
Sketches of ticket to the show
Here's a 20 for Madonna

A voluptuous girl, a ballerina supreme
Was just a German at the back of the commercial delay
Here comes the manager, monkey see monkey do
For the Monday show

A body on attention all the boys are peppering the can
Mr. Epileptic, only 17 December
Blue in the eyes, blue in the face
And the testicles are breaking on the bench

Now don't you worry too much
I am the doctor with the beautiful touch
I'm only here to make you feel a little better today
A little better in the usual way
So don't you cry I'll fix you up
And put a smile on your face
Put you together
Read the medical news that you never have the chance
To understand on your own
It's so easy to throw away everything else
When you're all alone

She tasted good like dangerous pie
But then the old man forced me to pry
She trades me active pilots of yeast (?)
And when she dropped she gave me a kiss

I'm going to hell for breaking your trust
I had enough in the teenage lust
Never ride with citizen cane
I wanna know you're going insane