Sentimental Yeti

I woke up in the morning sun And the bird was gone and the radio on She know how to play de bongo She made love to a coconut The sun was hot and it burnt me up And it filled a cup of butterflies Under the burning skies Barbecue with a turquoise smile Girl with the cardboard sign How I wish, wish she were mine I woke up with dem riding by With their silver bikes and a man that died I walked out with my beanstalk kin With my best friend Jim and my cosigned sin I munched a crunchy water crest And it hit my chest with a resounding thump Ah Diggin' a bun, there's something wrong with my gun Havin' some fun with my son I walked out with my safety vest With my saline breasts swingin' around I sat down with the evening crew With my sailing shoes with my necktie loose I've been groovin' from the law And they'll have my head with a side of slaw There in the grass, Leonard Nimoy smiles A lemon distracts from a neon sign The herd of the hats assess the plastic axe A murmur is trapped to the rustic latch Ah Diggin' a bun, there's something wrong with my son Havin' some fun with my gun