In a land made of string Where the hills are balls of twine And the doctor knits the sun Down in a baseball diamond mine And the mozzarella sweaters Get sewn to the tits Where the lump behind the sheet Is where the tumor took a shit And I'll be getting head Under the rainbow And I'll be getting head Under the rainbow And I'll be getting head Under the raaa-inbo-oh-w Well we came upon a cracker And we all came on this cracker And the last one had to eat it And she did But she threw it up like a whore And the sunshine stabbed right through her Like a whore on a skewer In the wind