Biscuits and Groovy (Lyrics)

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.