Me and Friedrich Nietzsche and Eric Dolphy

We're in your apartment, we're picking band names

We're picking band names

For you and your friends

But you say, "I don't get it!"

I don't really hear so soon

When I was supposed to get it

Well I was co-authoring show tunes

And you receded to yourself in a coke spoon

But now I get it

In the sky, there's no room

So I turn on a (?)

And a patriot abuse the patriot's (?) foods

Me and Medgar Evers and Arthur Ashe

In the conference room

We're picking band names

We're picking band names

But it never really got it

You read the mucking bars in the section so late

Who's ever really got it?

Without a shot of that firm throat spray

Maybe you should take a personal day

Because I ain't got it

And if you're a shitty band go grab your crotch and talk shit

How to salute comedic standings of black dudes?

Pressurize the contents

In the hands of frontman niggas, press the button

In name these symptomridiculous like (Dan Munchkin?)

We'll let you in on our inside scoop

We dress you in a pinstriped suit

So nothing will convince your group to go away

To go away

Me and James Joyce and Toni Morrison

At the Blued?

We're picking band names

We're picking band names

We're picking band names

But it never really got it

How did you blow up like you did?

I never really got it

I mean you're only 22

Is something funny to you?

How I don't get it

How my heart's always torn apart

Cause I really love the performing arts

But I don't know how to play my part

No, I don't