Hot Cake

Ah ah ah oooh Hot came the wind Hot came the wind It was watery It was Chino, like last song Rolled oats A man, a nasty slice of innocent Step alligator Or near to a skip I went into a drip I can't open the door I can't open the door My dialog is stock My dialog is stock Hot cake And John said something Bills is on TV I can't answer the door My dialog is declining Oh God Oh, a slippy And all I got was a slippy floor And all I get is a slippy floor Hot cake Slip, slide I can't disagree I get Mr. I get Mr. I get Mr. Spock And for the mind I get sloppy floor And for the mind I get slippy floor