I am shook Call me Shook What are you? You riddle Fever on a hook What is this fire we're on? All eyes at the edge of the drive Keep your ice on the drive Keep my eyes on the edge of the drive I mean really All hail the weatherman I got so involved in your ghost stories Now i can't even see the path before me Oh, what have you done to me? Richter scale anxiety What the hell's become of me? Help me My roller skates keep sliding off Thank god for Mr M(a)cintosh Truly These are brash times Slappety-dash times Am i hanging in the balance? Serpent souls and cyclone sailboats saw me Oh we got so, got so, got so enstoried