Popcorn Boy (Waddle Ya Do?)

Lyrics

You don't have to think about popcorn anymore Popcorn has gone to New York And he said we had to stop and get some popcorn And he said that this was right This could be bright in his hipknifing whirl So he claimed, so he claimed Sometimes we mistake you for iron Iron raw and iron fast Eyelined wallpaper, your pressurized frame Your epileptone game of lights Lights, sights and fads, lights, sights and fads Pads of hypnotized lads Gods of living Giving you your worth, space and girth Wow, you're such a lucky boy Wow, you're such a lucky boy Could it be man? Could it be man? Could it be mine? Will you ever hit the forest? Can you never fight the fame? Cherish your ways of excellence Popcorn boy, popcorn boy Ravish your days of excellence Popcorn boy, popcorn boy Your girlie She wears her woolen tights on so you can play the flirt She carries a woolen dress too so you can see right through She suffers your pressure, your daring lack of dirt She mutters her leisure which is your skin tight shirt Love is lust is self is love is lust is self is love is lust is self is love is lust is self... Is love is love is love is love...