Lyrics

What I see Must be Now! To was or not to happen Eating a wax-feathered sandwich In the middle of nineteen-hundred and yesterday Shut your mouth! [unintelligible grunting] What'd you say? [unintelligible grunting] Now! There's a sack hanging in your head with your brains in it eating scalp chop suey, corroded biscuits, and bat's-knees soup, in a gas mask! What that is! What that ain't! Now! Whether with or without feathers Give me that chicken 'Cause I'm waiting to see if I'm gonna change my mind What that is! What that ain't! What that could be before it ain't was! Yesteryear's coming back tomorrow! This is now! What that is, I say! What that is! What that is! What that is! What that is! What that is! What that is! What that is!