Jim's Whiskers - John Garcia

He said, «Son, try a little bit harder

It’s not quite away from the bone

If you fry it a little bit longer

Your brain will be all alone»

He said, «Girl, I’ll cook a little while longer

Just please give me more of you»

All these words, they keep on jumpin'

China white all over you

I said you, I said

You, you, you, you

Oh, oh

Now please give me more of this something

It’s separating from the bone

I’m feelin' like more myself now

I’m almost more than done

Now take me to the stall and teach me

Show me all of your evil ways

Give me a bath to die in and I’ll write you all away

I said you, I said

You, you, you, you

You were wrong, man, so wrong, man, oh, oh

You were wrong, son, so wrong, son, oh, oh

And you were buried so goddamn far away, man

And you were buried so goddamn far away, man

Oh, oh