Letra de 197

My daddy’s in the movie, Section 45
He’s got to figure out a way to put Marilyn behind the yellow curtain
Sleepless, weepless as he keeps on banging his head upon the screen
He didn’t mean to me rude
He didn’t mean to be nude in front of all the pretty girls
He did a masochistic twist with a razor
Played a little song for the duck taped girl
A simple operation, practically impossible to blow
There are 197 numbers on the table, sketches, a ticket to the show
She’s a 24 Madonna, a voluptuous girl, a ballerina Suprema
She’s the German at the back of the commercial delay
I called the manager
Monkey see monkey do, for the Monday show!
A body on detention, all the boys are peppering the kid
Mister Epileptic only 17 this summer, blue in the eyes, blue in the face
And the testicles breaking on the bench
Hey, don’t you worry too much
I am the doctor with the beautiful touch
I’m only here to make you feel a little better today
A little better in the usual way
So don’t you cry, I’ll fix you up
And put a smile on you face
Put you together, read the medical news
That you never had the chance to understand on your own
It’s so easy to throw away everything else when you’re all alone
She tasted good like gingerous pie, but then the old man forced me to cry
She drank me up two bottles of bliss and when she stopped she gave me a kiss
I want to have a piece of you trust, wrap it up in your teenage lust
Take a ride with Citizen Kane until the world is going insane