phish
the mango song
Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees Slander on wrap paper ties Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes  Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please Ramble while slop scraper sighs Tossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he dies  Operations at the sink The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes Feels it tilt and start to slide  Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese Dangle some grape apple pies Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies  Your hands and feet are mangoes You're gonna be a genius anyway  Your hands and feet are mangoes You're gonna be a genius anyway