A photocopier
Hunts your low magic orchestra
I'm just monkeying around with your furniture
You're losing, you're losing
Your bodily fluids
I got so, I got so, some more of syllabic
Your butchered your setlist
With vocal gymnastics
You swagger
As if you're the harp of their universe
You're off your, You're off your
You're off your bleeding rocker
I'm just monkeying around with your furniture
I'm just monkeying around with your furniture

A photocopier
Hunts your low magic orchestra

And we were just pretending to be Japanese
Yeah we were just pretending to be Japanese
We were just pretending to be Japanese
We were just pretending to be Japanese, yeah

Got to, got to, got to, got to

Sticky sticky uh uh

I flatten your stomach
Like Joseph pilates
Or scientific discoveries
On lab rats and monkeys
And we were just pretending to be Japanese
Yeah we were just pretending to be Japanese
A grubby little mud with an infant's thesaurus
Je m'appelle David, avez vous fait un photocopier?
You're off your, you're off your
You're off your bleeding rocker
I'm just monkeying around with your furniture
A photocopier hunts your low magic orchestra
I collected a cappellas and I filed them into genres
April's wearing black, sucking July in the kitchen
I got a slow, a slow, a slow metabolism
The singer of Chicago and Electra glide in blue
Legs flapping like they're wings to heterosexuals
You got me, you got me, back in the dog yeah

Sticky, sticky, sticky uh uh
Got to got to got to get
Got to got to got to get it from uh uh
Got to got to got to get it from uh huh
We got to uh uh
We got to got to get it from uh uh
Sticky, sticky uh uh
Sticky, sticky uh uh
Sticky, sticky, sticky uh uh
Sticky, sticky, sticky uh uh
Sticky, sticky, sticky uh uh