hootin’ and scootin’

why all the hoppin’?

there’s just no stoppin’

the crazy quazar man

now he’s off to play some golf

with former guys from steppenwolf

a vastly underrated band

he hopped around

and chased down a cloud

rode it to the sea

of tranquility

what an ability

supersonic frolickin’ flea

 

i’m just hauling ass on the moment

and gaard is at the gate

a day in the life of wastebaskets

throwing away our fate

in love’s oppression

the house was rockin’

the end was coming soon

firecracker earth, big bang in the sky

let’s swim to the moon

(to watch the show)

 

half flesh and half smoke

we evolve from the outside in

beautiful bodies with crude souls rising

then languishing in sin

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