1, 2, 3, 4.
Rollin' on some rubber bubbles fastened to poles.
Climbing up the compass, troubled, as I make my way home.
My love is huddled up. Her collegiate soul has a hole just like mine.
Yesterday it was full but I had to go.
Oh, I'll be back. How'm I to know when I'll be back?
But when I'm back we'll go out to a movie.
Then we'll go out to get some BISCUITS AND GROOVY.
WOO
WOO
WOO
WOO
Biscuits and groovy. The fruit is a smoothie.
The chicks are so nudey. To jam is your duty.
On a teeter-tawter wanting that but this then.
Like a sticker losing sticky in reapplication.
I wanna call you up. Talk to you like a friend.
But I know within minutes the conversation will end.
You'll have to go.
I'll call you back.
You'll say come home.
Not yet I can't.
But when I can. We'll go out to a movie.
Then we'll go out to get some BISCUITS AND GROOVY.
WOO
WOO
WOO
WOO
Biscuits and groovy. The fruit is a smoothie.
The chicks are so nudey. To jam is your duty.
Biscuits and groovy.
I am a zombie.
I am a zombie.
I am a zombie from Mozambique.
We all are zombies from Mozambique.
I am a zombie.
I am a zombie.
I am a zombie from Mozambique.
I do stuff.
Yeah, I do stuff.
WOO
WOO
WOO
WOO
Biscuits and groovy. The fruit is a smoothie.
The chicks are so nudey. To jam is your duty.
Your butt is so booty.
Your face is so booby.
To jam is your duty.
Biscuits and groovy.
I do stuff.
