Doof's Grubby Chamber

There was a checkered couch that I slept on
Many years ago when I wrote this song
I paid about $250 for a place to stay
It had concrete floors and was made of clay
So with only a month I had. to. see
If. I. could. make
Something with the sonic equivalency of what I heard that night on shrooms
Oh yea, it's in our minds

Welcome to my shack
Gonna show you where it's at
I got a sampler here and my friends are near
Ain't never goin back
And the music starts to play
More friends on the way
Gonna jam all night 'til we feel all right and we hit that pipe 'til the day's in sight

Welcome Chum-PaPa
To Doof's Grubby Chamber
Please take a seat
Refreshments will be served shortly

At Doof's Grubby Chamber
Your boogers are picked
At Doof's Grubby Chamber
Your messages are ignored
At Doof's Grubby Chamber
Your father can't wreck your gear
It's at Doof's Grubby Chamber
I wish I was here for at least a year...

At Doof's Grubby Chamber
Your boogers are picked
At Doof's Grubby Chamber
Your messages are ignored
At Doof's Grubby Chamber
Your father can't wreck your gear
It's at Doof's Grubby Chamber
I wish I was here for at least a year...



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Bracamonte
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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