Quattra Neon
Fabrice, you treasured me and wrestle grey
Monsieur the Padre told me yesterday
Greetings to those who through my life pour
I love you madly as discussed before
Then Mr. Pushkin ate senor Appleseed
Only the lonely make jazz ultra-breed
Give us our daily deep chested bread
Each visage tells me where desire is spread
Sleep in a gunny sack dot com the Sun
Say quattra neon
Say quattra neon
May I suggest that the heat is on
Quaint little sunbeam
Quaint little sunbeam
And if you need another chaperone
Call up Herr Winkler for a little tone
Shoulder to shoulder the worlds a stage
I watch you slowly as you nobly shave
Sleep in a gunny sack dot com the Sun
Say quattra neon Say quattra neon
May I suggest that the heat is on
Quaint little sunbeam Quaint little sunbeam