Picking Band Names

Me and Friedrich Nietzsche and Eric Dolphy
We're in your apartment, we're picking band names
We're picking band names
For you and your friends

But you say, "I don't get it!"
I don't really hear so soon
When I was supposed to get it
Well I was co-authoring show tunes
And you receded to yourself in a coke spoon
But now I get it
In the sky, there's no room
So I turn on a (?)
And a patriot abuse the patriot's (?) foods

Me and Medgar Evers and Arthur Ashe
In the conference room
We're picking band names
We're picking band names

But it never really got it
You read the mucking bars in the section so late
Who's ever really got it?
Without a shot of that firm throat spray
Maybe you should take a personal day
Because I ain't got it
And if you're a shitty band go grab your crotch and talk shit
How to salute comedic standings of black dudes?

Pressurize the contents
In the hands of frontman niggas, press the button
In name these symptomridiculous like (Dan Munchkin?)

We'll let you in on our inside scoop
We dress you in a pinstriped suit
So nothing will convince your group to go away
To go away

Me and James Joyce and Toni Morrison
At the Blued?
We're picking band names
We're picking band names
We're picking band names

But it never really got it
How did you blow up like you did?
I never really got it
I mean you're only 22
Is something funny to you?
How I don't get it
How my heart's always torn apart
Cause I really love the performing arts
But I don't know how to play my part
No, I don't