Berkeley Poems Lyrics
Thank you
This one bartender in Oakland, rather Berkeley
I was in Berkeley, sitting next to the turkey
She was cool
We banged in a pool (yeah), by a porch
She smelled like a horse, of course
Wetted her eyes about 30 to nine
White wine, specimen night
California’s cold
Turn old
Turn into a wrestling hold
Jeepers, beautiful eyes to sneakers
Hide beneath bleachers, getting to know your gym teacher
Berkeley poems
The new and improved Geti king
Berkeley poems
Berkeley poems
Turkey
Turkey
Turkey said she’s not pregnant
She said right now that would’ve been a bad thing
I mean we’re too young to have a baby
Young like a new country and their first navy
Sort out the kinks, celebrate, buy a round of drinks
Walking through the woods
See a wild lynx
Beautiful fur
A hat out of her
Sell it to a restaurateur
Dreamer
Aim high flying lemur
Rap so much could’ve bought a old Beemer
But I can’t
Buy a gyro and a house plant
Pop bop bop (pop pop)
Hunter shop vest drop to the ground
Gimme ten, don’t make a sound
If they hear you more than anything you’ll do another round dude
Buy us food
Buy us drink
Destroy Chicago
Flying water bottle
Inter model
Death of a family pet yet
Still keep it moving
What the hell is y’all doing
Berkeley poems (Berkeley poems)
The new and improved Geti King, Maserati man
Berkeley madman (yuh)
New and improved thing
New and improved (shit)
Yuh (yuh)
Yuh (yuh)
Yuh (yuh)
Yuh (yuh)
Yuh (yeah)
Berkeley poems
The new and improved Geti King, Maserati man
Berkeley madman
New and improved thing
New and improved
(Yuh) yuh
(Yuh) yuh
(Yuh) yuh
(Yuh) yuh
(Yuh) oh
Turkey ain’t pregnant
Nah