I Feel like a drunk stuffed up in the trunk of a Japanese automobile Stacked up like a fat rat Laying on a cats back hoping I won't be its next meal Two moons and an half an hour later Playing spoons with a smiling alligator If he's cool then I'm cool and we're all cool Too much Thunder Blow I feel the touch lighting up my soul Inside my gut burning a hole Too much Thunder Blow Greased down to my feet I'm sweating from the heat of the smoggy covered summer sky I think I need a drink of the mother of the earth So the spirit in my body don't die High tide and a pickle jar later I caught a ride down a falling elevator If its cool then I'm cool and we're all cool Too much Thunder Blow I feel the touch lighting up my soul Inside my gut burning a hole Too much Thunder Blow Too much Thunder Blow I feel the touch lighting up my soul Inside my gut burning a hole Too much Thunder Blow Too much Thunder Blow Too much Thunder Blow