Well she was a hare krishna in
the ashwam bed
She was sellin' (?) Had a funky-ass head
Well she put food in my mouth and she threw
me on the bed
And she cut off my balls and she sewed ‘em to my head
Well she's headin' back east in
a 57 Caddy
Got her mind on her money and a dope for her daddy
Well I met her on the street,
where she beat me like a fool
Then she got me accepted to an ivy league
school
Well I
really did good but it's kickin' my ass
I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to
glass
Well
she's looking pretty good first week in July
She's got a dope up her ass and a needle in
her eye
Thanksgivings coming on the
Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on
a nickel's worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and a dope up her
ass