"...to the west side 

they still believe in things"* 



I reached between my legs 

And found a silver screw 

I held it up and straight out to you 

I wish that you would take it 

My house got split in half again 

That leaves four lorn shares 

Even if everyone wanted some 

There wouldn't be enough to go around 

We got our own now 



Everybody gonna be alright 



So there's five little birds right now 

And they're flying manic around right now 

Six if you're counting the Eskimo 

But he never got used to the weather 

So he was more than happy to go 



Everybody gonna be alright 



Monkey mouth and a stethoscope 

She says honey, we don't want no kids 

There's not enough hope 

Chocolate Dog tells me better jokes 

And he keeps his own room clean 

And Hummingbird is on fire 

But at least that girl don't smoke 



Everybody gonna be alright