| Don't Call Me Corky  
 i see a little puppy silhouette-o of the dog residing in my mind's ghetto
 dada dream scadamuch scadamuch
 who knows what this means in my mind
 i've seen kung-fu bad dog
 he swallowed one of his own poo-poos
 i wallowed in misery ward faculty choke
 out my best friend's memories broke
 but their carbon vision i called a joke
 the d.o.g. you try to squash but i still see
 idea in my mind
 stronger than the whole of matter based reality
 i don't want to shout like turrets
 i spit it out i hear them laugh at my bus stop
 even gawk when i buy imports at their record shop
 don't want to go and hear them talk of rehashed hurt
 in love songs as if hurt is what they even know
 kung-fu my dog
 kung-fu
 long lost friend
 sometimes he snaps at me
 but why do you call me corky
  kung-fu not just in my brain don't you hear him out there barking in the rain
 didn't you just tell me to lock him up
 i'll perfectly describe that pup
 eyes that bulge like salty sailor
 staring at stag magazine
 that mouth is foamy
 but he's not mean
 kung-fu my dog
 kung-fu
 long lost friend
 sometimes he snaps at me
 but why do you call me corky
 kung-fu f.u.k.u.n.g
 my dog eats but he's not porky the neighborhood kids say my name is corky
 but un-uh that's not what it is
 i say thank you very much if it's the same to you
 rather be referred to as mister or maybe master of kung-fu
 chases his tail like he's doing a jig
 i bet i scoop his crap and that's all the thanks i get
 in the park i feel proud mouth that foams attracts a crowd
 c'mon pilgrim blaring loud you say i'm mental but i'm unbowed
 i picture him with well groomed hair
 in my mind he's always there
 imaginary friend no one can see
 i don't care what you say
 he's real to me
  f.u.k.u.n.g. |