Potbelly rocker holding his joker
But don't know how to lay a poker.
He carries a guitar, holds on to his bars,
Trying to get his head for the future rock.
Potdizzy rocker gets a rockstockbroker
Who claims he's only a fumble harmer.
With his potfull of stars and handful of cars,
Trying to make his bread from the future stock.
With a big fat choo-choo,
Don't be a coo-coo.
Gotta get ready for the future shock.
Pothappy rocker, a true blue lover.
His life is full of painful corners.
He blows his horn to the world of thorns,
Trying to make his bed for the future shock,
With a hot belly doo-doo,
Don't be a boo-boo.
Gotta get 'em ready for the future shock.