Mr. Rhythm's Good Advice Lyrics

An ocean made of plastic

It's fantastic

Elastic

Body lotion

Drastic

Coca Cola Classic

What's the commotion?

Whip it out, a devotion

To a souvenir Sphinx

It's not what you think

That's how it goes

The Colossus of Rhodes

Why are the pyramids

Made of Emma stone?

So alone

Tossed around by primitives

Traction unlimited

Insignificant

Don't pretend

In a decade we'll be them

What fun

Making bricks out of mud

In the back yard fly a grass hut to Mars

I used to be nice

I used to shoot dice

I used to watch Spice

Between blurry lines

"Don't let your dick run your life"

That's Mr. Rhythm's good advice

I'll never win a Moon Man

You know the end is too soon, man

Eating jelly with a spoon, man

And here I change my tune, man

Knee deep in brackish water

From the first time I saw her

I could tell she was our delighter

The cops finally caught her

Tryin' to steal a flying saucer

I tried to fix her headphone jack

But I couldn't find the solder

I used to be inside her

A Large Hadron Collider

Diet pop or cherry cider

Bright and getting brighter

You just want to fuck her

But I'm a super conductor

She said "I suck

But I'm no sucker"

Life in Vineland

Garbage islands

As big as Texas, it doesn't vex us, solar plexus

Don't correct us

Artificial fishes granting wishes

Eat a Rubber Ring, it's so delicious

Dirty dishes

Sid vicious, the fictitious

Member of the Sex Pistols

Dr. Jones, can i get a witness

Blister pack, Jack Rabbit, Magic Jack

Giving all the mermaids a thrill

Water pistols, shoot to kill

Easter toys made in China

Winding up on Easter Island

Oh Poseidon

What's my sign man?

You look good in that polyester

Tits like Carol Hester's

Spanish boots of imitation leather

A West Marine ocean tether

Under the weather

A real treasure

Let's keep it together

But I never met her

It'd be her pleasure

Red sky at night

Sailor's delight

Make it lewd

We both eat seafood

Not a lot

Marianas Trench, full of pop tops, crop tops,

Straws and cyclops

Psi-ops

Sneaky strong corporate cops

It's glorious

Shiva is furious

You're ignoring us

Who is victorious?

Could it be that there's more of us

Soda jerkers, bottom lurkers, phony burkas

Our legacy sexting the police

In an emergency

Toss your phone into the sea

Turn on its GPS

That's how we'll reconnect

Self contained under water breathing apparatus

Strapped to a cactus

And hung on the lattice

What's your marital status?

Meet me at lake

Tell me what's at stake?

This is our life electric

Lost in the wake

Living with you was a piece of cake

Protect i or wreck it.

Intersect it or reject it

No belief in magic

Everyone is bored

The only one that's real here is Traci Lords

The last time I saw you

You said your were done with all the voodoo

Praise be the Ancients of Mu Mu

With your guru, planning what to do

But for me, I'm with Vishnu

I'm with the avatars of Krishna

Hare Rama but I still miss you

In all the trauma

That we've been through

The bottle's empty

It doesn't tempt me

I'm your ghost

But who sent me

I can't repay what you lent me

Resent me

I've got plenty

Tia Dalma

And the late Brian DePalma

Spoke at my alma mater

We got lost in the Bahamas

I voted for Barack Obama

And I'm sick of all the drama

No quarter

For what I didn't order

Hoarders cross the boarders

Make way for the reporters

Looking for supporters

That was when I could ignore her

New jersey

Don't worry

I can't see

It's getting blurry

This motel smells like curry

Time to go now

We better hurry

Manic Preachers in the bleachers

No one's teachers

Double features and new sneakers

I used the wrong wire and I blew out the speakers

Pleasure seekers and secret leakers of

New Wave Hookers

Pressure cookers

Crooked onlookers

Cookin' the Bookers

You had your own but then you took hers

Could it be what shook her?

Poor old Jimbo

Dead and gone

Buried with his boots still on

Found him in a French church lawn

Mojo risin' with the dawn

Why save it, we can throw it away

Its okay

I heard you say

You're gonna be next Sasha Grey

Or Dorian Gray

In DeLorean grey

Tattle O'Day

We had a band and we wanted to play

No pay. One Way

Lay Lady Lay

Time For Noisy USA

Hitachi, you know every make

Hibachi, you came to eat steak

You said that its gonna be great

Put on the breaks

It's not 1998

I am awake

Car hops in skates

Know my name for goodness sakes

I do what it takes

Easy as cakes

I can spot all these fakes

Save your grief, I'm a common thief

Save me a seat on the Great Barrier Reef

Don't eat meat, it's okay if you cheat

You're past your prime but is that a crime?

If there's time I can stop on a dime

That's about all I can afford

All this other noise can be ignored

Don't act like you don't know the score

Artificial platelets

Everybody fakes it

Everyone is bored

The only one that's real here

Is Traci Lords