The Stir-Crazy Pornographer - Guided By Voices

Enter he with paperweight

A kinky old man named Jane-Be-Late

He says, «Son, don’t drag me drag me down down

To the ground»

Now when he works he blazes trails

Of fine-tooth combs and ponytails

Just «Son, don’t drag me drag me down down

To the ground»

«Son, don’t drag me drag me down down

«Son, don’t drag me drag me down down

To the ground»

Drag me down down

Drag me down down

Drag me down down

To the ground