The Peacock Song

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Bif Naked - Pop

The Peacock Song

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Lyrics

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

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Credits

Writers
  • Peter Karroll
  • Bif Naked