He was standing in the hallway
and his teeth were white and clean.
He was worry from the journey,
Do you smell the gasoline?

Well do you worry?
Is he scary?
Does he notice what he does?
Beware that he is not your problem.
You'd better watch behind the glass.

And on the screen
There was his mental organ.
And I must scream, I found another mornin'.
And I must scream . . .

Three poppy flies of real anger
Flying noisly ‘round his chin. 
And in tiny drops of water
it's coming off his skin.

He is stressed and he is sorry.
He dressed in underwear.
Did you love his mental organ?
You loved him sick, he lost his head.

And on the screen . . .