Hang on to Your Iq Lyrics

Chinese masseuse, comes between us Talks in haikus, plastic Venus Got a headrush, in her pocket and Two rubbers, two lubes, and a silver rocket
Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your ID Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely I'm lonely
I'm lonely I'm lonely
Every morning, my eyes will open wide I gotta get high, before I go outside Roll another, for breakfast Burning clouds around and in my solar plexus
Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your ID Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely I'm lonely
I'm lonely I'm lonely
Legs eleven, makes me stay up late Two fat ladies on my back and now it's 88 I'm a fool, whose tool is small It's so minuscule, it's no tool at all
Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your ID Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely I'm lonely
I'm lonely I'm lonely