The Peacock Song - Bif Naked

my mind’s an ashtray full of ashes\nlick the tears from my eyelashes\noh, whatever will i see that’s good\nhe plays a really mean guitar\nshe smokes a really big cigar.\ni’d love to love ya — if only i could\nher love is, oh so, shiny wet —\nkeeps a bald peacock for a pet.\ncan you ever understand how i feel?\nmiss jenifa — my private dancer.\nmiss nina — to whom i answer.\nkari sez we’re the only ones who are real.\nso, when i dream on sunday mornin'\nand my lover right beside me keeps on snorin'\ni wonder if my dog’s in heaven,\nand i wonder when i’ll see her again.\npsychopharmacology\nhas never found a friend in me,\nbut i’ll eat sugar cubes all day and night.\nthose ducklings are never ugly\nso, she sells herself by the sea.\ni’ll bake her a cake — be it wrong or right.\nthe caterpillar and the spider —\nturn the screws a little tighter.\ncan you ever understand my feel?\ngail g. — my inspiration,\nmiss denise should run the nation.\nisabel tortures me with sex appeal