Tekstovi: Butthole Surfers. Helicopter.

OOOW! AH! OW! OW!
I feel like a sailor baby adrift upon your sea
and if you've got to rock your boat,
come rock your boat withouwwww

babybaybybabehnow

OW! OW! OW!

I am just a helicopter a-spinnin 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 whooooaaaaww

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 hellll.

preacher.man.whoatouchmenow.(doctor)preacher
doctorman. You cannot touchme there. Preacher
dont touch me there, doctor Preacher! Don't touchme there,doctor!
OW!(about 3 more minutes of abuse by the preacher and the doctor)