The Peacock Song

my mind`s an ashtray full of ashes lick the tears from my eyelashes oh, whatever will i see that`s good he plays a really mean guitar she smokes a really big cigar. i`d love to love ya - if only i could her love is, oh so, shiny wet - keeps a bald peacock for a pet. can you ever understand how i feel? miss jenifa - my private dancer. miss nina - to whom i answer. kari sez we`re the only ones who are real. so, when i dream on sunday mornin` and my lover right beside me keeps on snorin` i wonder if my dog`s in heaven, and i wonder when i`ll see her again. psychopharmacology has never found a friend in me, but i`ll eat sugar cubes all day and night. those ducklings are never ugly so, she sells herself by the sea. i`ll bake her a cake - be it wrong or right. the caterpillar and the spider - turn the screws a little tighter. can you ever understand my feel? gail g. - my inspiration, miss denise should run the nation. isabel tortures me with sex appeal: so, when i dream on sunday mornin` and my lover right beside me keeps on snorin` i wonder if my dog`s in heaven, and i wonder when i`ll see her again. (yer really takin` me fer a ride yer a wise guy, anyway: i never had a place to hide except my brain!)