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!