If I were Captain Beefheart

[dominel]

The fresh cut soda can
Sucks, flesh out all da man.
I freely see the mean bee
And it goes back ‘n’ forth and uh
Track the forth ‘n’ cry try sty
Magic Man again in sand.
And the dairy fairy shaves the soda can.
The soda can, floozy man, Suzie man.
I trap the reins from the rain,
Snap the reins from the reign
Of the classic king, clapping kind crap.
But I may never return from that kind of nap.
Cut the tree, but to me it isn’t free
But, to me, it isn’t me.
It isn’t you. It must be you.
It isn’t me.
Drag dubloons to the moon.
The shank-ed moon
Suspends mid-flight
In the night
Leaking light-- what a sight!
The nickled pickle isn’t what it ought to be:
Just a nickle and not two-three.
Kiss the fish in my dish, which isn’t delish,
But it is so crisp.
The fresh cut crisp in the soda mist
Retires flesh in my dish.
Fix.
Hotcha!