The Fast One

Some kind of junk machine
I've been punted out outside me
Don't know what I'm thinking
Or what I've left behind
You see, I don't remember when
Something plain and good brought me back here again

Stumbling 'round the house at night
I couldn't give her a call
Falling off the curbstone
On the way to her door
But this squamella
It's the biggest kick I ever got
Now it's squamella
Nothing else hits the spot

Everybody's a puppet
And everybody's a wreck
And everybody's got pictures
That they can't forget
But this squamella
It hangs here in my mind
It's an ugly thing
I can't leave behind