And if my cat looks scared, it's because it knows
It won't be going to heaven
Oh oh oh-oh
Not going to heaven
And if you ask how many saints it takes
The answer's eleven
Woah-oh oh-oh
It's gonna take eleven
Man, oh, man, what's that guy got in his hand?
It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon
It's the coffee percolator going wheeeeee!
Me, oh, Michelangelo and I
We're just sittin' by the traintracks
Reading Kafka to the sky
While the coffee percolator's going wheeeee!
Oh-oh-oh yadda-da-da oh-Ohh-Oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Di-dadda-da-da
Yah-da-dah
Woah-oh-oh yadda-da-da Oh-oh-oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Ye-dadda-da-da
Yah-da-dah
If you'd like to bake me a loaf of bread
It's gotta be unleavened
Oh-oh oh-oh
Only unleavened
And if you'd like to eat the tomatoes in the patch
You've got to get past old man McGrevin
Oh oh-oh-oh oh
Try your luck with Mr. McGrevin
Man, oh, man, what's that guy got in his hand?
It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon
It's a coffee percolator going wheeeeee!
Why, oh, Wy-nona Rider's in the sky
Turning fishes into wishes like a pumpernickel pie
While the old refrigerator's going:
Boom! Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chicka-chicka!
Boom! Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chicka-chicka!
Boom! Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chicka-chicka!
Boom! Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chicka-chicka!
Oh-oh-oh yadda-da-da Oh-Ohh-Oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Di-dadda-da-da
Dah-da-dah
Oh-oh-oh yadda-da-da-da Oh-Ohh-Oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Di-dadda-da-da
Dah-da-dah
Man, oh, man, what's that guy-guy-guy got in his hand?
It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon
It's a coffee-coffee percolator-lator going-going wheeeeee!
Me, oh, Michelangelo and I
We're just sittin' by the traintracks
Reading Kafka to the sky
While the old refrigerator
And the rusty cheese grater
And the dirty masturbators
Eating packs of "Now-and-Later"
While the coffee percolator's
Going wheeee-eeeeeee!
It won't be going to heaven
Oh oh oh-oh
Not going to heaven
And if you ask how many saints it takes
The answer's eleven
Woah-oh oh-oh
It's gonna take eleven
Man, oh, man, what's that guy got in his hand?
It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon
It's the coffee percolator going wheeeeee!
Me, oh, Michelangelo and I
We're just sittin' by the traintracks
Reading Kafka to the sky
While the coffee percolator's going wheeeee!
Oh-oh-oh yadda-da-da oh-Ohh-Oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Di-dadda-da-da
Yah-da-dah
Woah-oh-oh yadda-da-da Oh-oh-oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Ye-dadda-da-da
Yah-da-dah
If you'd like to bake me a loaf of bread
It's gotta be unleavened
Oh-oh oh-oh
Only unleavened
And if you'd like to eat the tomatoes in the patch
You've got to get past old man McGrevin
Oh oh-oh-oh oh
Try your luck with Mr. McGrevin
Man, oh, man, what's that guy got in his hand?
It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon
It's a coffee percolator going wheeeeee!
Why, oh, Wy-nona Rider's in the sky
Turning fishes into wishes like a pumpernickel pie
While the old refrigerator's going:
Boom! Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chicka-chicka!
Boom! Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chicka-chicka!
Boom! Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chicka-chicka!
Boom! Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chica! Chi-boom!
Chicka-chicka-chicka!
Oh-oh-oh yadda-da-da Oh-Ohh-Oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Di-dadda-da-da
Dah-da-dah
Oh-oh-oh yadda-da-da-da Oh-Ohh-Oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Di-dadda-da-da
Dah-da-dah
Man, oh, man, what's that guy-guy-guy got in his hand?
It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon
It's a coffee-coffee percolator-lator going-going wheeeeee!
Me, oh, Michelangelo and I
We're just sittin' by the traintracks
Reading Kafka to the sky
While the old refrigerator
And the rusty cheese grater
And the dirty masturbators
Eating packs of "Now-and-Later"
While the coffee percolator's
Going wheeee-eeeeeee!