In a land made of string
where the hills are balls of twine
and the doctor knits the sun
down in a baseball diamond mine

and the mozzarella sweaters
get sewn to the tits
where the lump behind the sheet
is where the tumor took a shit
and i'll be getting head
under the rainbow
and i'll be getting head
under the rainbow
and i'll be getting head
under the raaa-inbo-oh-w

well we came upon a cracker
and we all came on this cracker
and the last one had to eat it
and she did

but she threw it up like a whore
and the sunshine stabbed right through her
like a whore on a skewer
in the wind