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Little Pieces of Seaweed
Vai, Steve
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You're lookin' for trouble
You've come to the right place
Come on baby, smack the smegma
All across the place because
I took little pieces of seaweed and I caused stretch marks to appear all over your little body
Yes I did, i really did
It was all over your body
Eh, your body looked like a road map, and my best friend got so confused
He thought you were doubting Thomas and put his fingers in your holes
That I left there after I beat you up with an axe
I looked at you and I suppose that you'd like to stick a pair of speakers in my throat
Because you don't like the way I speak
Of course you don't
Why don't you put me in overdrive and we'll get in trouble
We'll have triplets together
We'll have to talk to the staff about it
Oh, I'm so flat; I'm so flat; I'm so flat; I'm so flat
Ah, you're under arrest
You're under arrest
You're under arrest for smiling in Sector V, now; don't step across the line
Take off your clothes
Put your buttocks in your pocket and spread your hands
Now bend over, now bend over, bend over, bend over and spread those cheeks
Bend over and spread those cheeks
I'm going to insert my notes from an isotope That I scored off Einstein while he peeled off his pimples with plutonium
Why can't he perform the way he did earlier? (Well, I'll tell you)
What's wrong with him?
He's lost his style; he's lost his spunk; he's no good; he's funk
He smells like a cowbell
He has the personality of a road accident He has the IQ of salamander sweat
And he smells like stale cat piss shoved intravenously through the IV of an aging welfare patient
Welfare, all fare, we're all fair on this universe, and I've got a ticket to ride you
Any time i want because I'm abusive
Don't cry at me with your wah-wah pedal
Don't tell me you went for this guy's act and you went for your own fame
Don't tell me that I'm to blame
And I took little pieces of seaweed
I took little pieces of seaweed
Pieces of seaweed
I took little pieces of seaweed
Pieces of I took little pieces of seaweed and I caused stretch marks to appear all over your little body
Yes I did, i really did
It was all over your body
Eh, eh, your body looked like a road map, and my best friend got so confused, he thought you were a doubting Thomas
And he put his fingers in your holes that I left there after I beat you up with an axe
And he put you in the car, and he drove you down to Sylmar to meet this guy who used to play for the big guy
You know, the big guy
I'll be Frank with ya, ya know(snork) but, no It wasn't good enough for her
She wanted a sensitive guy
So I fuckin' tok her out to the beach and I put some sandpaper in the KY Jelly because you always hurt the ones you love
(Oh, that's why you beat her up with an axe)
I let the pelicans, I let the pelicans, have their way with her
(I'm over here, Shorts, here Shorts)
And I threatened her with a pelican
I threatened her with a pelican
Don't tell me that I'm to blame
Ya tell me, tell me, tell me, ya tell me you're so good
You tell me you're so fine; you tell me you're so wonderful; you tell me you're sublime
And he judges, he judges
He says what's good and what's right, and what's good and what's right
And what's good and what's right, and what's good as what's right
He says, "this product will sell many units in that demographical area"
And I took little pieces of seaweed and I caused stretch marks to appear all over your little body
Yes I did; yes I did; yes I did; yes I did
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