Butthole Surfers - Helicopter

I feel like a sailor baby adrift upon your sea
And if you've got to rock your boat,
Come rock your boat without

Baby, baby, baby, now
I am just a helicopter a-spinning up in the breeze
And if you've got no air baby,
Come spin into my sleep
(Come spit into my sleeve)

Wait a second baby now,
There's something I should know.
Are you just what you say you are?
Or are you just a whoa

Preacher, doctor,
I feel like a cantaloupe
Your mind is just a knife
And if you want to purge my seeds,
You got to take my life

Preacher, man,
Now wait a second, baby, now.
There's something I should tell.
Cause if you're not what you say you are,
You gotta go to hell

[Repeats]
Preacher, man, what touch me now,(doctor) preacher
Doctor man, You cannot touch me there, Preacher
Don't touch me there, doctor Preacher! Don't touch me there,doctor!

Written by:
A. PARTRIDGE

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