Whiplash Popcicles

You know they're gonna be a'handin out legs.
I tell ya one thing sister ,I got two legs.
Im not a cigarette and Im not a match.
I am a gasoline thats about to hatch.
I am a dinosaur.
I am a picture show, that you saw.
I am the little bitty blister on your tounge,
you got from suckin at your rusty rusted lung.
I only got one thing to say.
Your tounge needs ,needs ,needs to be shaved.
All of them blisters a'just get in the way.
Every time you speak, your tryin to speak, it just sprays everywhere.
One thing thats got me ,I have to admit,
but HEY what is there to keep you from doin it?
What is there to keep you from doin it?
Now you know, you know theres gonna be a drive.
I called you up on your telephono last night.
Then the earth it spun ,it spun into a wild.
It spun itself into a ball of cosmic size.
What is there to keep you from doin it?
Little rubber snake.
Of mind.