Fillmore Jive - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Hey, lady, what do you need?

Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me?

I'd like to invite you to taste of my chalice

It's a special one, it's made of gold

(Passed out) Passed out on your couch

You left me there, thank you

Let me sleep it off, I need to sleep it off

I need to sleep, why don't you let me?

I need to sleep, why don't you

I need to sleep

I need to sleep, why won't you let me?

I need to sleep

I need to sleep, why won't you

Why won't you let me sleep?

The jam kids on their Vespas

And glum looks on their faces

The street is full of punks

They got spikes

See those rockers with their long curly locks?

Goodnight to the rock 'n' roll era

'Cause they don't need you anymore

Little girl, boy, girl, boy

The composers are so distracted

And jazzbo's skinny arms

And the dance faction

Little too loose for me

Every night, it's straight and narrow

Bones get broken, don't lose the marrow

Round and round and round and round she goes

Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs

When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs

Their throats are filled with