Lyrics

god said to obenshein, kill me a son
'obe said 'sure, how 'bout a bald, orange one?'
god said "sure," Tone said "what"
god said do what you want tony but
the next time you see animals comin' you'd better run
(i got capuchin monkeys hiding at the browse-about)
kev said "where you want this forecast done?"
Tone said "the top of the diamond"
(south of the brookville pharmacy)

Satchmo the DJ said to nigel the brit
"play me a song so that mcmanus can eat"
The littles want stickers or some kind of prize
Whatever they get, they're like mike - not surprised
we're ridin' with sheehan, rollin' with phil's mom
all out in zip code 2-0-0-1...
...5 ... long-ass zip code sons a bitches