Hopped up on 'ludes Get down in your favorite seat The channel's coming on, it's goin' on Until the channel is no more Roll the window down Take in the sweet concrete The goin' rate of comfort is a mild irresponsible It ain't no drug Ain't much of anything A slack coalition built to feed the establishment Caffeine free brass rings Scale models of DC Delivered daily to keep dear hearts on warning (da dum, da dum) So give away what can be sold The light is always on, the coffee's never cold You don't need to eat when you shovel in pure filler The diner of the stars will ever feed you That carrot in your mouth's the real killer Yes, the vegetable peeler In Central Park and on Manhattan Beach Pickin' out the children for a taste test, Which Coke tastes the best? Product is love, producing deeper sleep Waking up was hell, we can make it well, You know, like a pillow Of kukul khan, kukul khan, could you Really float me? Kukul khan, kukul khan, could you Really float me?