Versuri Hang On To Your IQ

  
Chinese masseuse, comes between us 
talks in haikus, plastic venus. 
Got a headrush, in her pocket 
two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket 
 
Hang on, hang on 
to your IQ, to your ID 
hang on, hang on 
to your IQ, to your ID 
 
I'm lonely 
 
Every morning, my eyes will open wide 
I gotta get high, before I go outside. 
Roll another, for breakfast 
burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus. 
 
Hang on, hang on 
to your IQ, to your ID 
hang on, hang on 
to your IQ, to your ID 
 
I'm lonely 
 
Legs eleven, makes me stay up late 
two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88. 
I'm a fool, whose tool is small 
it's so miniscule, it's no tool at all. 
 
hang on, hang on 
to your IQ, to your ID 
hang on, hang on 
I'm lonely 
 
Oh.