You were touching on your way to touching touch-touch.
Mr. Touch-Toes has cocaine. You want your lunch!!!
Well I invite you to the bay.
Dixie Sharks swam far away---end in Vegas.
Even hardly touch the man and he will tap dance.
Every time you touch the man He will tap dance.
It’s not cause you have shaved your pits.
It’s because he knows what fits in the music.
Swim out to far—get lost in cards---One two three.
After this we all go home—I bet you knew that
Your wretched in so you can’t go—Fixed where you’re at
And I will laugh till your convinced
And when you are you will know---why we say that