Hang On To Your IQ Табы

Chinese masseuse comes between us. Talks in haikus; plastic Venus
Got a headrush in her pocket. Two rubbers, two lubes and a silver rocket

Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely

Every morning my eyes will open wide. I gotta get high before I go outside
Roll another for breakfast. Burning clouds around and in my solar plexus

Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
Oh

Legs eleven makes me stay up late. Two fat ladies on my back and now it's eighty-eight
I'm a fool whose tool is small, it's so minuscule, it's no tool at all

Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
Oh