"...to the west side
they still believe in things"*
I reached between my legs
And found a silver screw
I held it up and straight out to you
I wish that you would take it
My house got split in half again
That leaves four lorn shares
Even if everyone wanted some
There wouldn`t be enough to go around
We got our own now
Everybody gonna be alright
So there`s five little birds right now
And they`re flying manic around right now
Six if you`re counting the Eskimo
But he never got used to the weather
So he was more than happy to go
Everybody gonna be alright
Monkey mouth and a stethoscope
She says honey, we don`t want no kids
There`s not enough hope
Chocolate Dog tells me better jokes
And he keeps his own room clean
And Hummingbird is on fire
But at least that girl don`t smoke
Everybody gonna be alright