The Gourds

Right in the Head

If you don't pay me back forget it

I won't track you down

You have no debt

You already paid out yer mouth

I'm crawling in time

Give me back my wig

The brewer's yeast ferments and forgives all that you did

Mean while my motor drinks a quart of oil

That's what keeps her clean and on the road

Here's hoping yer trip is swift

What's the hurry, don't go

I'm happy to hear she ain't turnin' tricks no more

No she's turnin' over just fine

It's a new cellanoid

And we heard you spent some time in Escondido

No, someone fed you a line

I was just sleeping

And I always believed that more time should be spent in bed

And whoever said sleep is a thief just ain't right in the head