Aging Orange

I'm Palm Palm head
 And I wrote one good song
 But that was almost 20 years ago
 I tried and I tried to follow it up
 But you know how those sophomore jinxes go
 So I became quite bitter
 As sales dropped like flies
 No one likes these dumb songs
 Of racing cars and spies
 Maybe it's my ape drape
 Or hippies in my band
 But now we only tour in Arizona
 Or Japan
 So after much thought
 And a panel of experts
 I came up with a brilliant little plan
 I'll take out my frustrations
 On one of these ungrateful new punk rock bands
 Cuz I invented socks
 And I invented gravy
 I made up the cotton gin
 But no one ever paid me
 Why beat a dead horse
 With a career that is cursed?
 I'll just sue for royalties
 On things I thought of first
 Back in Ancient Egypt
 Many Pharaohs went to jail
 For misappropriation
 Of my Phrigian scale
 I said listen to Tutankhamen
 You're driving me insane
 It's obvious those bellies
 Are all dancing to Bloodstains
 I figured out you owe me
 And please try not to laugh
 But every time I hear it
 I get one more golden calf
 So I've bitten off
 A sizable chunk
 Of the hands of the people
 With the food
 Now I'm confined to the pages of Flipside
 A graveyard of punk rock's 35 year old dudes
 Cuz I invented socks
 And I invented gravy
 I made up the cotton gin
 But no one ever paid me
 Why beat a dead horse
 With a career that is cursed?
 I'll just sue for royalties
 On things I thought of first
 Palm Palm!
 Palm Palm!
 Palm Palm!
 Ape Drape!
 Ape Drape!
 Poodle Head!
 Poodle Head!
 I'm Palm Palm head
 And I wrote one good song
 But that was almost 20 years ago
 I tried and I tried to follow it up
 But you know how those sophomore jinxes go
 So I became quite bitter
 As sales dropped like flies
 No one likes these dumb songs
 Of racing cars and spies
 Maybe it's my ape drape
 Or hippies in my band
 But now we only tour in Arizona
 Or Japan
 So after much thought
 And a panel of experts
 I came up with a brilliant little plan
 I'll take out my frustrations
 On one of these ungrateful new punk rock bands
 Cuz I invented socks
 And I invented gravy
 I made up the cotton gin
 But no one ever paid me
 Why beat a dead horse
 With a career that is cursed?
 I'll just sue for royalties
 On things I thought of first
 Back in Ancient Egypt
 Many Pharaohs went to jail
 For misappropriation
 Of my Phrigian scale
 I said listen to Tutankhamen
 You're driving me insane
 It's obvious those bellies
 Are all dancing to Bloodstains
 I figured out you owe me
 And please try not to laugh
 But every time I hear it
 I get one more golden calf
 So I've bitten off
 A sizable chunk
 Of the hands of the people
 With the food
 Now I'm confined to the pages of Flipside
 A graveyard of punk rock's 35 year old dudes
 Cuz I invented socks
 And I invented gravy
 I made up the cotton gin
 But no one ever paid me
 Why beat a dead horse
 With a career that is cursed?
 I'll just sue for royalties
 On things I thought of first
 Palm Palm!
 Palm Palm!
 Palm Palm!
 Ape Drape!
 Ape Drape!
 Poodle Head!
 Poodle Head!