Step right up for the great pie fight!
I do the jiggle with a funny face
A Charlie Chaplin messiah
I'll break into the safe
And light a bonfire
Well, if I dotted to dot my feelin's
Now wouldn't that make you feel good?
But I prefer my mystery to your
Bullshit a*** world, darlin'
I'm jumpin' out of my skin
'Cuz that's the mood that I'm in
Stevie's got the atmosphere,
That's gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby
'Cuz there's only one way
And I don't want you to pay
Let the charming phosphorescent song
Light your miserable way
Savoir faire is everywhere
Gimme slapstick
Apples, peaches, I love punkin' pears
Come on, gimme slapstick
So stick your hands up, little babies
You're in the cakewalk part of your life
Everything is uphill from here
But you're starin' up at the big knife
They're gonna bore your a** to pieces
And stick the grip tape to your bones
You'll remember all the fun you had
But realize it was just a loan, still
I'm jumping out of my skin
'Cuz that's the mood that I'm in
Stevie's got the atmosphere,
I'm gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby
And there's only one way
And I don't want you to pay
Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way
Savoir faire is everywhere
Gimme slapstick
Apples, peaches, I love punkin' pears
Come on, gimme slapstick
(Oh)
(I want to get it,
I wanna get it,
I wanna get it up
I wanna make you)
I wanna make you slap your knee
(I want to get it,
I wanna get it,
I wanna get it up
I wanna make you)
Understand me
(I want to get it,
I wanna get it,
I wanna get it up
I wanna make you
I wanna make you)
Call out for tech support
(I want to get it,
I wanna get it,
I wanna get it up
I wanna make you)
Thumb your nose at the tortured times
Come on, baby, huh!
You'll realize that you lost something
When you lose this fantasy world
And the nine to five'n baby thought police
Get you marchin' on to the dirge
They're cobblin' up those Frankensteiny boots
For you to wear
You will find it baby hard to move
When they stiffin' up your big hair, still
I'm jumping out of my skin
'Cuz that's the mood that I'm in
Stevie's got the atmosphere,
I'm gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby
And there's only one way
And I don't want you to pay
Let the charming phosphorescent song
Light your miserable way
Savoir faire is everywhere
Gimme slapstick
Apples, peaches, I love punkin' pears
Come on, gimme slapstick
Gimme slapstick
Ooh, gimme slapstick
I do the jiggle with a funny face
A Charlie Chaplin messiah
I'll break into the safe
And light a bonfire
Well, if I dotted to dot my feelin's
Now wouldn't that make you feel good?
But I prefer my mystery to your
Bullshit a*** world, darlin'
I'm jumpin' out of my skin
'Cuz that's the mood that I'm in
Stevie's got the atmosphere,
That's gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby
'Cuz there's only one way
And I don't want you to pay
Let the charming phosphorescent song
Light your miserable way
Savoir faire is everywhere
Gimme slapstick
Apples, peaches, I love punkin' pears
Come on, gimme slapstick
So stick your hands up, little babies
You're in the cakewalk part of your life
Everything is uphill from here
But you're starin' up at the big knife
They're gonna bore your a** to pieces
And stick the grip tape to your bones
You'll remember all the fun you had
But realize it was just a loan, still
I'm jumping out of my skin
'Cuz that's the mood that I'm in
Stevie's got the atmosphere,
I'm gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby
And there's only one way
And I don't want you to pay
Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way
Savoir faire is everywhere
Gimme slapstick
Apples, peaches, I love punkin' pears
Come on, gimme slapstick
(Oh)
(I want to get it,
I wanna get it,
I wanna get it up
I wanna make you)
I wanna make you slap your knee
(I want to get it,
I wanna get it,
I wanna get it up
I wanna make you)
Understand me
(I want to get it,
I wanna get it,
I wanna get it up
I wanna make you
I wanna make you)
Call out for tech support
(I want to get it,
I wanna get it,
I wanna get it up
I wanna make you)
Thumb your nose at the tortured times
Come on, baby, huh!
You'll realize that you lost something
When you lose this fantasy world
And the nine to five'n baby thought police
Get you marchin' on to the dirge
They're cobblin' up those Frankensteiny boots
For you to wear
You will find it baby hard to move
When they stiffin' up your big hair, still
I'm jumping out of my skin
'Cuz that's the mood that I'm in
Stevie's got the atmosphere,
I'm gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby
And there's only one way
And I don't want you to pay
Let the charming phosphorescent song
Light your miserable way
Savoir faire is everywhere
Gimme slapstick
Apples, peaches, I love punkin' pears
Come on, gimme slapstick
Gimme slapstick
Ooh, gimme slapstick