Story Behind The Song

The story of a nice trip to another plane of existence.

Song Description

Acid, mescaline and other nice things

Lyrics

Take a trip take another trip take a trip
Take a micro dot or blotter or some mescaline and water

13 ochre coloured ogres open the trunk of a deep purple convertible hearse and as if rehearsed
pull out 12 barbie-pink military trunks made from eleven elegant elephant trunks
An exhilerating sight for my sore eyes four lies three tries two sighs one high
Too high!
I cry like a weeping willow

Black rose on my pillow black clothes on black widows
she swallowed a spider to eat the fly that was inside her
I don't why she swallowed that fly
I don't know why - Maybe she wanted to get high like...

I am flying higher than a satellite in the black night sky
And I spy with my little eye a tri-sexual bipedal psychotic race of ugly sacks of mostly water
Eating fodder from a stone trough at the edge of a befuddled sea begging me to believe that I'm still sittin on my green love seat sippin sweet leaf tea

I'm just an itty bitty flea in the scheme of things
So I sing my blues away Monday can wait 'cause I'm busy and about to get busier
And my brain it's getting fizzier by the minute

Take a trip take another trip take a trip
Take a micro dot or blotter or some mescaline and water

Fi fie fo fum I'm shooting at the sun with a ray gun play some freaky music hon
Psychedelic voodoo what did samuel you hoo I know you knew used to do
Boogaloo boondocks boo goes the ghost sending shivers down my spine
I'm watching blackadder reruns on the scanner while the devil plays backgammon with a jackhammer

Jack Lemmon would be proud son I'm on a cloud mom eating lemons delerium tremens
Jim jams Jelly rolls for the soul whole knolls full of trolls sticking the toad in the hole
And I'm geting older by the second the netherworld beckons microphone checking
I reckon that the next time will be better than the last
I'm just an outcast on the fast track rapping first class tracks