Lyric My, My, My

Fine fine strychnine free the mind cure the blind
Ho ho recline to the country a-goldmines
I got it comin out-a my ears
Fine fine take your time stay put in the alpines
Ho ho Cocteau you get mixin the moonshine
He ll teach you how to walk through mirrors

My my my you re petrified
My my my you re sick inside
My my my you re stupefied
And I know what it s like

Touche Broadway s no place for a padre
No way Jose ya hike back to the country
Those brooks are tremblin there for you
Nix nix on the card tricks carve your name in the candle stick
Make haste double click they may call you a lunatic
Oh man but they haven t got a clue

My my my you re glorified
My my my you re sick inside
My my my you re certified
And I

My my my you re sanctified
My my my you re squinty eyed
My my my my tongue is tied
But I know what it s like

Delta high tide pack your bags and take a bride
Brush fires mud slides plug your ears and overt your eyes
Be still and it ll pass by you

My my my you re mortified
My my my you re chicken fried
My my my it s a nationwide
Tonight
My my my you re spirit guide
Has up and fled and stole your ride
My my my you re stupefied
But I know what it s like

Fine fine fine fine
Fine fine fine fine
Fine fine fine fine
Fine fine fine fine
Fine fine fine fine
Fine fine fine fine
Ooh ooh ooh
La la la