Chin Chin & Muck Muck

When I was a young boy
I had a lot of young boys
And we taught each other dearly how to love (dearly how to love)

Now that I’m an old hag
All I gots are things that sag
But it really ain’t so bad, no it really ain’t so bad

Look at the neighbors with the long blond hair
Making their money at the renaissance fair
They live under your dress in a massengilic mess
Singing clank, bang, wang, I swear
The neighbors will hear you
The neighbors will hear you
The neighbors will hear you
The neighbors will hear you

A glass eye tends to the garden in your breast
Singin’, mama you’re a dog too dull to bite
My love’s central sun hides her bells in emptiness
I hold your hand, man and I ain’t afraid to fight
But he’s gonna get me
He’s gonna get me
He won’t forget me
He’s gonna get me

Well, still my face, I do declare
This might be the start of a new affair
I’m gonna braid exotic birds in your hair
How can I tell?
‘Cause I see wildfire everywhere

Patacón pisao, pisao

All my thoughts are hairs on a wild, wild boar
Running slowly down the lilac slopes
But try not to scare the sweet prairie hogs
As we descend on them like vultures through the fog
We’re vulpinus vultures
We’re vulpinus vultures
We’re elegant armchairs
We’re vulpinus vultures

Give heals time to wound as we lazily spoon
Bend me over, bend back my bow
And take a little (sniff) and I’ll grant you every wish
Glue my belly to your gibbous rainbow

Chin chin and muck muck