The Man Who Rolls

Lyrics

I am the man that rolls You can find me hanging from a tree My teeth are fit with mandibles And a dangled fig I duly comb the sea-foam Till you wash home Goodness sakes alive honey-bee I am he I am the man that rolls Do you want to check the tag, no, no The finger sticking animals Do you want to drag? I don't want to see blood Are you yellow? Goodness sakes alive mother hen I am the man that rolls Tied up, warming trouble There's a confit of mud My dew-eyed lady double With two right eyes you'll never find yourself I see you struggle There's a confit of men found Teed off the brow Don't fill up on candy You've really gotta hold me I am the man that rolls You can find me hanging from a tree My teeth are fit with mandibles And a dangled fig I duly comb the sea-foam Till you wash home Goodness sakes alive honey-bee I am the man that rolls Tied up, warming trouble There's a confit of mud My dew-eyed lady double Over two right eyes you'll never find yourself I see you struggle There's a confit of men proud Stay up somehow Don't fill up on candy You've really got soul Dew-eyed lady double With too wide eyes You always see through shell To pearl blue bubble B-b-bursting hives Through the surface seams To a fell of steeple rubble There's a coffin grate In a self-instated strewn up gated hovel With a goo-eyed baby Born of maybe Cello-feigning love, oh Did you hear that one It's the joke of ages Dew-eyed lady double With too wide eyes You always see through shell To pearl blue bubble B-b-bursting hives Through the surface seams To a fell of steeple rubble There's a coffin grate In a self-instated strewn up gated hovel With a goo-eyed baby Born of maybe Cello-feigning love, oh Did you hear that one It's the joke of ages Dew-eyed lady double