The Peacock Song

My mind's an ashtray full of ashes
Lick the tears from my eyelashes
Oh, whatever will I see that's good?
He plays a really mean guitar
She smokes a really big cigar

I'd love to love you, if only I could
Her love is oh-so-shiny wet
Keeps a bald peacock for a pet
Can you ever understand how I feel?
Miss Jenifa, my private dancer
Miss Nina, to whom I answer
Kari says we're the only ones who are real

So, when I dream on Sunday mornin'
And my lover right beside me keeps on snorin'
I wonder if my dog's in heaven
And I wonder when I'll see her again

Psycho-pharmacology
Has never found a friend in me
But I'll eat sugar cubes all day and night
Those ducklings are never ugly
So, she sells herself by the sea
I'll bake her a cake, be it wrong or right
The caterpillar and the spider
Turn the screws a little tighter

Can you ever understand my feel?
Gail G., my inspiration
Miss Denise should run the nation
Isabel tortures me with sex appeal

So, when I dream on Sunday mornin'
And my lover right beside me keeps on snorin'
I wonder if my dog's in heaven
And I wonder when I'll see her again

You're really takin' me for a ride
You're a wise guy anyway
I never had a place to hide except my brain

I dream on Sunday mornin'
And my lover right beside me keeps on snorin'
I wonder if my dog's in heaven
And I wonder when I'll see her again
Yeah, I wonder when I'll see her again