Thick Priest Lyrics

Them Airs Thick Priest

You gotta come down, son, it's like three celebrations in one
All the jockeys are gonna come, start spitting all over your lawn
Making you theirs, theirs and nobody else's
When I went down to the pier to get some information
You know I asked 'em for some information
They told me that he's a total wackjob, wackjob, wackjob, wackjob, wackjob, wackjob, wackjob
Oh yes!

(Eleanor's 81)