Larry Babe, you've got it made
A voice like that could get you laid
You'll never have to take cold showers
Your larynx possesses penis power
For your beloved you pontificate
You shot the Manchurian Candidate
But now your delegated to the cutout bin
Just look at the shape you're in

Hey Breeder Boy, you want some kicks?
Wanna get drunk and pick up chicks?
I know your life story, it bears no rehashing
Except for the time when you went queer-bashing
A friend of mine got a dent in his head
One more blow and he'd probably be dead
Now your head's a target for my rolling pin
Then you'll find out the shape you're in

Out of one body and into another
Lose a friend and gain a grandmother
Spin the wheel of fortune tonight
Pause at the corner, then take the next right
Pick up where you left off the last time
Then you were deaf and now you're blind
All your past lessons erase future sins
Reflecting the state you're in

Astral travel Garrapata Beach
Comprehension just out of reach
A message from beyond the grave
Tracy, Ziad, Sally, Dave
(They say:) Hope you're well, keep plugging away
Our energies will merge another day
Until then inquire within
Ponder the state you're in