"...to the west side they still believe in things"* I reached between my legs And found a silver screw I held it up and straight out to you I wish that you would take it My house got split in half again That leaves four lorn shares Even if everyone wanted some There wouldn't be enough to go around We got our own now Everybody gonna be alright So there's five little birds right now And they're flying manic around right now Six if you're counting the Eskimo But he never got used to the weather So he was more than happy to go Everybody gonna be alright Monkey mouth and a stethoscope She says honey, we don't want no kids There's not enough hope Chocolate Dog tells me better jokes And he keeps his own room clean And Hummingbird is on fire But at least that girl don't smoke Everybody gonna be alright