You don't have to think about popcorn anymore

Popcorn has gone to New York

And he said we had to stop and get some popcorn

And he said that this was right

This could be bright in his hipknifing whirl

So he claimed, so he claimed

Sometimes we mistake you for iron

Iron raw and iron fast

Eyelined wallpaper, your pressurized frame

Your epileptone game of lights

Lights, sights and fads, lights, sights and fads

Pads of hypnotized lads

Gods of living

Giving you your worth, space and girth

Wow, you're such a lucky boy

Wow, you're such a lucky boy

Could it be man?

Could it be man?

Could it be mine?

Will you ever hit the forest?

Can you never fight the fame?

Cherish your ways of excellence

Popcorn boy, popcorn boy

Ravish your days of excellence

Popcorn boy, popcorn boy

Your girlie

She wears her woolen tights on so you can play the flirt

She carries a woolen dress too so you can see right through

She suffers your pressure, your daring lack of dirt

She mutters her leisure which is your skin tight shirt

Love is lust is self is love is lust is self is love is lust is self is love is lust is self... Is love is love is love is love...