Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip

It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing That you're only supposed to use once and then discard But where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend My shyness, pet her flow She's only been five months late Even though we haven't had s*x for a week A meal a day, a meal, I say And my heart's made my Somebody else already used the word Aurora Borealis She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer She's only five weeks late But I haven't had a date forever Ever, ever Forever Wish I had more, more opportunity More chances to remember some things So I couldn't have so much pressure on my On my, on my, um, ah, on my, um, um, head We would have so much more diversity And so much more input, so much more creative flow If we had someone in school, a G-I-T G-I-T Geeks in town Ha! Come on, Dave, think of one (Girls In Trouble) It should be G-I-C Geeks with Charvels No, G-W-C Fuck, man, this is a waste of time One more solo? Yeah Yeah You're personally responsible for The entire strip to be washed away Cleansed as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol Flowed through the strip and were set on fire It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom And his silk And he, he erected a beautiful city A city of stars