Tippa My Tongue

Well, I'm an animal, something like a cannibal

A very flammable and partially programmable

Centuries of overuse

Now I wear it, my St. Louis

Well, it's ubiquitous

Tell me, can you stick with this?

I'm on the brink of this

And tell me what you think of this

I'm in The Bowery, God

Slow me down if I get hard

We've only just begun

Funky Monks are on the run

Gonna get you with the tip of my tongue

And when you walk away

I'm the word the kids would say

Gonna get you now

Her perfume smells like gasoline

My girlfriend's trash is nice and clean

Acid landing on my tongue

I think you know we just begun

She don't want the ladies room

Transatlantic super groom

Your airplane is a monument

The sexy art of continence

And now I know you by your scent

Let it be, we both get bent

Need a minute to repair

Sunny side does always share

We've only just begun

Funky Monks are on the run

Gonna get you with the tip of my tongue

And when you walk away

I'm the word the kids would say

Gonna get you with the tip of my tongue

Well, I believe in love

Perfectly deceiving love

It's vociferous

And come and get a whiff of this

I'm at the pyramids

Never had a fear of kids

I'm on the precipice

I come and make a mess of this

It's the apocalypse

I try to get a suck of this

I'm at the country fair

Haystack ride, I'll pull your hair

We've only just begun

Funky Monks are on the run

Gonna get you with the tip of my tongue

And when you walk away

I'm the word the kids would say

Gonna get you now

We've only just begun

Funky Monks are on the run

Gonna get you with the tip of my tongue

And when you walk away

I'm the word the kids would say

Gonna get you now