Lambchop Just West Of Nicollet
I'm a human calculator
And I never make mistakes
And I've been smoking
Like a Russian cosmonaut
I saw two old people talking
One was holding a plastic bag
They were pointing to the widow
The trees were covering my ass
And I know it's true
This is what I see
I'm not afraid of nothing
And nothing's afraid of me
Boo
Let's get to the bottom of the issue
It's time to relate
I've got to many things to do
And I'm just sitting here on the plate
Let the window stay open
In the wild mid west
There's things in Minnesota
It's the wildest place that I've found yet
Cover your eyes
And I'll appear
And there's just something about
This crying time of year
Sat around
In sometime in the future
We'll let it all get bad
Pardon my expression
Of this existential angst
What a blast
Let it overflow
I guess you'll do your best
It's over in a minute
Is this some kind of test?
Your parlance on the corner
Raise your hand into the air
We can meet up at the speedway
Just west of Nicollet
Whoo
