Chinese masseuse, comes between us
Talks in haikus, plastic Venus
Got a headrush, in her pocket and
Two rubbers, two lubes, and a silver rocketHang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your IDI'm lonely
I'm lonelyI'm lonely
I'm lonelyEvery morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside
Roll another, for breakfast
Burning clouds around and in my solar plexusHang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your IDI'm lonely
I'm lonelyI'm lonely
I'm lonelyLegs eleven, makes me stay up late
Two fat ladies on my back and now it's 88
I'm a fool, whose tool is small
It's so minuscule, it's no tool at allHang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your IDI'm lonely
I'm lonelyI'm lonely
I'm lonely