Bullpen Gandhi

Uhm aloha meet me anywhere other than the airport in a nun suit Mosquitoes don't need those two hands now when you jerk me girls Fishnets and fertile hips in the garden Pure carnage I'm a creeper I see through t-shirts I'm in the bullpen hula dancing off duty Road boss not too happy with me Politics mind control sex and religion Often people tell ya exactly what they're thinking You're sucking money out my pockets Ten dollars for twelve hours I'm a night driver stacking calls Blue 42 set hike touchdown I think I might know it all Grand slam for suede Tylenol Salty salvation that's calipers and rotors Don't knock it I'm atomic in the cockpit Starving like Gandhi on appointment soda Ballparking round trips when they're prearranged Per diem buddy at hour eleven Chewing up dispatch that's my job That was alcohol poisoning and insubordination She couldn't pay the cab fare so I had to motorboat her She smelled like floaties in the hot tub Like sweaty gymnastics pretty fantastic Egregious cash only I had to have it I'm godfather extortion and that's all she wrote Can somebody kill me now can somebody kill me now Can somebody kill me now before next Thursday comes around Cuz the wheels on the bus go round and round Real sicko love heaven when we roll around I'm so lost and down in vagina town