Text: The Residents. Shorty's Lament.

Once, there was a Willie, and he could see
That there was a Shorty, and he could see.
You could, you could tell that Shorty wouldn't always be short, so he said "Protect yourself, Shorty, protect yourself"
Once the fever finds your soul
Something else will take control
Something dark and from a bowl
something says to me
But it can be indiscreet
And you tend to overheat
O'er the taste of soft and sweet
something says to me
What can you do when something falls? Walls close from somewhere,close from nowhere, like eyes. Can't, can't think clearly, I can't think, but I can't think clearly. Believe maybe you can, maybe you can help me, Bill. No, Willie, Willie, can you, doggone it, can you, Bill? Can you, Will? Maybe Jay? No, no he's... bye Jay, bye.
I've got this light behind my eyes and, believe me, it tells me what, what to do, but I doubt it: it says that if you can't win then there's no way you can lose; if nature hates both a vacuum then the vacuum cleaner too. Then it laughs. I don't know what this means. What can I do? I don't know.
Love is, love is, love is, ahhhh
Love is, love is, love is, ahhhh
Love is, love is, love is, ahhhh
Love is expectation
Love is explanation
Love is exploitation, ahhh
Somebody's getting somebody happy...
Love is complication
Love is consummation
Love is concentration, ahhh
Oh, goddamn it, I can't...
Love is obligation
Love is insulation
Love is stimulation, ahhh
It's always "Have a good weekend"...
Love is ruination
Love is accusation
Love is navigation, ahhh
Is anybody, is anybody driving? Someone's gotta be, somebody driving? I can't drive, I'm not... is anybody driving? Somebody must be driving. Is anybody, is anybody driving? Is anybody driving at all?