Zen Mother Hen
Robert Pollard
Zen mother hen
She’s a nine, she’s a ten
She’s beginning again to feel happy
I am such a mistake
I am retched and wrong
That I went to the Mo
She’s the clown of the toe
I’m a clown, I’m a ghost and she’s happy
Dances around, holds his drag
I found the keys
Our purple knees
In your house is a rug
I feel drugged
And the kitchen is bugged
Just sit, don’t spread, be happy
Dances around, holds his drag
I found the keys
Our purple knees
In your house is a rug
I feel drugged
And the kitchen is bugged
So just sit, don’t spread, be happy