I’m Psychedelic in My Soul There’s a candy cane flagpole barbershop Grow my hair But it’s better to be made whole Bicycle leaning against the tree Hiking back with the groceries I might embellish But I need my mind to be sound Relics from the pelicans along the shore Tom Selleck mustache and sandy feet I just be driving Miss Daisy But Miss Daisy driving me crazy She got delirium in her brain While I’m trying to stay in my lane Lord knows the pain I have I wish it would rain So I could sleep And not feel guilty Just drown me in sorrow Miss Daisy is insane and I’m pinching her hand to see if she’s dehydrated when will this lunacy wane? I’m down by the harbor And she’s buying flowers And sitting for hours In front of a mysterious painting Now I’m starboard singing like a warbler I got a mop of hair but she can’t stop talking to voices I’m feeling low I need to mow the grass This is a hard row to hoe Thinking ‘bout becoming a stowaway Sadness and woe Gimme forrest bears Gimme a cabin where I Got no cares But would I dare to leave my sweet memories? Would I fare better in the cold than in the heat? Just searchin’ for some pear-shaped tits (titties) A rare bird who respects my work Caring for the elderly In debtor’s prison fettered to the wall shackled I write a letter to my One true love I met her at a Mexican restaurant I ain’t got laid in years I ain’t got paid in any normal way But I stayed ‘cause it’s important to me Some people call it filial piety Like Travis Bickle Like Rupert Pupkin This life has worn me down So desperate gotta tickle myself What’s the meaning of this? To be fenced in And seemingly past-tensed She tried to convince me She was sane And it was so exhausting Now I’m totally drained Winced at every moment Of this argument Last thing I need Is a psychotic person Arguing they’re sane What’s freedom? I don’t know that word. She don’t mean no harm But she’s sick Reading hallucinations off the ceiling Reading phantasmic newspaper articles on the wall Seeing people who are not even there Hearing voices When I just need a decent rack (big titties) To lift my spirits The pithy existence of a caregiver Dreaming of hosiery and lingerie Brassieres (huge titties) White underbelly This hellish life A delicious daydream I shall be freed But till then I lead a monastic life I’m psychedelic in my soul
