Tekster:
Ween Live At Stubb S 7 2000

real trip Ocean man, the crust of a tan man imbibed by the sand Soaking up the thirst of the land Ocean man, can you see through the wonder of amazement At

rollin' and wheelin' stealin' and dealin' big jim bol weevil' it's a pleasel it's a pleasel my weasel big jim dreamin' and schemin' screamin' and bleedin

Please would you like to be somewhere floating free? Seems my destiny, Captain Fantasy Take a minute to go down beneath the reaches of sound You could

cabana, living on bananas and blow Bananas and blow, bananas and blow Stuck in my cabana, living on bananas and blow Bananas and blow, bananas and blow Stuck in my cabana, living

trying to keep you sane Taking my prescriptions and forging my name I was happy this morning, you finally got yourself dressed Eating raw bacon it's okay

think it's his lung Mister, would you please help my pony? He's over there lookin' at me He can't talk because he's a pony I think it's his lung Mister

Three men's all there were, three men out at sea Three men came aboard my ship and took my true love from me I couldn't believe She wanted to leave, she

ve got my own life to live Just call your friends at college Wonder why you didn't stay And my boss is coming down soon, Chuck He's drunk so you can'

oogie oogie You drive me crazy with that Boogie boogie boogie Your lips are hot and spicy Servin' up red beans and rice, yeah At midnite she's a-howlin