| Cross sea harping on the paragon, | |
| Screams daliance, | |
| Chrome skies, she'll only pulverize, | |
| Your poor collar. Suh! | |
| Wooh-hoo, you're an audiophile. | |
| Wooh-hoo, you can change on dime, yeah. | |
| Float around solo, | |
| Crawled ashore to check you out, | |
| Soon we'll have our own little monkey, yeah, | |
| Who'll follow you anywhere. | |
| Wooh-hoo, you're so versatile, | |
| Wooh-hoo, you're gonna thrive in dry times, yeah. | |
| Blind dog tired, you have to shut your eyes, | |
| Sleep ambulance, | |
| Chrome skies, don't have to wonder why, | |
| You're so tired. Suh! | |
| Wooh-hoo, you're my tax return, | |
| Wooh-hoo, you're my 1099a, yeah/ | |
| Free-form green horn, | |
| Born and raised to figure eight, | |
| Back and forth across the country, yeah. | |
| I'll follow you anywhere. | |
| Is it out there? Has it blended in? | |
| Wooh-hoo, you're an audiophile. | |
| Wooh-hoo, you can change on a dime, yeah. |