i made out one night, and it proved dim,
i didn't mind cos at the time it was sin !
hey i remind you that i've been all queer since then !

somehow the bad lady, she's changing me, (what, did she pray?)
some narly fiends just stand and laugh at me (vanish without trace)
prehaps you should tell me bout the changes that you see !.

some of your toes are grey,
the backstreet boys are gay,
your desperate wives cliche,
you cross your eyes that way,
the battle cry you say,
your improvised toupee,
it all implies i say,
your changing d n a !

(i should worry, i should worry !)

your nasty morphin's filling me with dred,
it makes me wonder when you will be-head,
why don't you break off that strange bony growth in front of me, cool !

snack on another smuck!
i couldn't give a f*ck,
the local majorettes,
your giving me tourettes,
make all their bones puree,
your nose in dis-array,
your old skin blows away,
your changing d n a !

(daffy duck type chase sound effects)


hack on those dirty chucks,
your hands are now just hooks,
your chest is turning green,
your heart rates off the screen !

your throat it growls away,
and scares the triple k,
they filled their pants today,
your changing d n a !

your scales will start to prune,
if you don't see the moon,
you better get some sleep,
we'll do the same next week !