Art. No. 24

Small boy Andy Manson in whippet shoppe
 Selling nitrous oxide for a living
 Going out to his shop to seek out escape
 those whippits and the visions that they're bringing
 We saw tie-dyes and incense as we went inside
 boy and that place is really way out
 But every time we put those whippets in our lungs
 they make us jump around like horny cub scouts
 (CHORUS): We're inhaling and we're whiffing up
 going upside down
 sucking and we're sniffing
 turning upside down
 Boppin' and a whoppin to the music we play
 It's a chore to even talk
 And all the time the sound is running in our heads
 going thwok thwok thwok...
 These whippits feel really good inside our heads
 they make us dance in circles and in squares
 I forgot the way to spell my name last week
 We got more nitrous so I just don't care