Tremolo Blooz

(альбом: Pure Frosting - 1998)

Tremelo blooz, ain't got nothing to loose
Ain't got nothing but those tumbling, mumbling blooz
Brains came out first when I was born
I bent down to catch a rose and I caught a thorn
Hey Miss Monkey, how d'ya get so blue?
Monkey looked up with her teary eyes and said
I've been missing you....
She got those tremelo blooz, ain't got nothing to loose
Ain't got nothing but those tumbling, mumbling blooz
Hello Chickey you've been packed away
For nine months and a cold December day
Your yellow body's crumpled and covered with doo
Here's a microphone, Chickey sing whatever you choose...
Chickey got those tremelo blooz, ain't got nothing to loose
He ain't got nothing but those tumbling, mumbling blooz
My friend Froggie, collapsed back stage
Face down in a pile of cocaine
The rocker doctor said he had the flu
But Froggie felt it deep inside
He knew exactly what he had to do...
He sing those tremelo blooz, he ain't got nothing to loose
He ain't got nothing but those tumbling, mumbling blooz