| Enough of this throat singing already | |
| If you wanna sing two notes at once | |
| Why don't you do like everyone else | |
| Get a multi-track machine | |
| Lay 'em down separately | |
| Make a little harmony | |
| Maybe a bass track | |
| Like one from the Rolling Stones | |
| None of this long lost art | |
| This archaic stuff | |
| Go out and make something | |
| If you wanna make some dough | |
| You oughta invest in my company | |
| We're putting barcodes | |
| On the fetuses | |
| Using ultrasound | |
| And laser technology | |
| We used to do babies | |
| But some of them still got mixed up | |
| This takes care of that | |
| My love, go to sleep | |
| We'll wake you tomorrow | |
| My love, go to sleep | |
| We'll wake you tomorrow | |
| There's some tomatoes | |
| Chemically engineered | |
| They come out square | |
| To fit in boxes | |
| There's some people | |
| Chemically engineered | |
| They come out square | |
| To fit in boxes | |
| I'm sitting on the roof today | |
| All by myself | |
| Not saying nothing | |
| To no one | |
| I'm sitting on the roof today | |
| All by myself | |
| Not saying nothing | |
| Goodbye | |
| My love go to sleep | |
| We'll wake you tomorrow | |
| My love go to sleep | |
| We'll wake you tomorrow |