Tippa My Tongue

Well, I'm an animal, something like a cannibal
A very flammable and partially programmable
Centuries of overuse
Now I wear it, my St. Louis

Well, it's ubiquitous
Tell me, can you stick with this?
I'm on the brink of this
And tell me what you think of this

I'm in The Bowery, God
Slow me down if I get hard

We've only just begun
Funky Monks are on the run
Gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I'm the word the kids would say
Gonna get you now

Her perfume smells like gasoline
My girlfriend's trash is nice and clean
Acid landing on my tongue
I think you know we just begun

She don't want the ladies room
Transatlantic super groom

Your airplane is a monument
The sexy art of continence
And now I know you by your scent
Let it be, we both get bent

Need a minute to repair
Sunny side does always share

We've only just begun
Funky Monks are on the run
Gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I'm the word the kids would say
Gonna get you with the tip of my tongue

Well, I believe in love
Perfectly deceiving love
It's vociferous
And come and get a whiff of this

I'm at the pyramids
Never had a fear of kids

I'm on the precipice
I come and make a mess of this
It's the apocalypse
I try to get a suck of this

I'm at the country fair
Haystack ride, I'll pull your hair

We've only just begun
Funky Monks are on the run
Gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I'm the word the kids would say
Gonna get you now

We've only just begun
Funky Monks are on the run
Gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I'm the word the kids would say
Gonna get you now