My, My, My - Grant Lee Buffalo

Fine fine strychnine free the mind cure the blind

Ho ho recline to the country a-goldmines

I got it comin' out-a my ears

Fine fine take your time stay put in the alpines

Ho ho Cocteau you get mixin' the moonshine

He’ll teach you how to walk through mirrors

My my my you’re petrified

My my my you’re sick inside

My my my you’re stupefied

And I know what it’s like

Touche Broadway’s no place for a padre

No way Jose ya hike back to the country

Those brooks are tremblin' there for you

Nix nix on the card tricks carve your name in the candle stick

Make haste double click they may call you a lunatic

Oh man but they haven’t got a clue

My my my you’re glorified

My my my you’re sick inside

My my my you’re certified

And I

My my my you’re sanctified

My my my you’re squinty eyed

My my my my tongue is tied

But I know what it’s like

Delta high tide pack your bags and take a bride

Brush fires mud slides plug your ears and overt your eyes

Be still and it’ll pass by you

My my my you’re mortified

My my my you’re chicken fried

My my my it’s a nationwide

Tonight

My my my you’re spirit guide

Has up and fled and stole your ride

My my my you’re stupefied

But I know what it’s like

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Ooh ooh ooh

La la la