Head filled up with air, it's obvious you love the skin you wear.
I need to lie down, need some air.
Messing, and mussing your tie-dyed hair

You're making a big mistake, Mister.
I remember, I'm not telling tales.

Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Hah.
Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Hah.

Here I am, tied to a chair,
explain it all, how did I get there?
Lights are off and curtains droped.
Hurry, stop right there.

You're making a big mistake, Mister.
I remember, I'm not telling tales.

Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
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Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Hah.
Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Hah.

What are we gonna do?
Call the doctor?
Call the police?
Call the hair stylist?
Call the deep sea diver?

(Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?)

Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Hah.
Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Who's gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Hah.

I can't remember, my head's full of air.

Thanks to analea for these lyrics

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