text: One, two, three, four
  Wakey wakey
  Rise and shine
  Its on again, off again, on again
  Watch me fall
  Like dominoes
  In pretty patterns
  Fingers in
  The blackbird pie
  Im tingling tingling tingling
  Its what you feel now
  What you ought to what you ought to
  Reasonable and sensible
  Dead from the neck up
  I guess Im stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
  We thought you had it in you
  But no, no, no
  For no real reason
  Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
  And take a bow take a bow take a bow
  Its what you feel now
  What you ought to what you ought to
  An elephant thats in the room is
  Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
  In duplicate and triplicate and
  Plastic bags and
  Duplicate and triplicate
  Dead from the neck up
  I guess Im stuck, stuck, stuck
  We thought you had it in you
  But no, no, no
  Exactly where do you get off
  Is enough, is enough?
  I love you but enough is enough, enough of that stuff
  Theres no real reason
  Youve got a head full of feathers
  You got melted to butter