Jelly Donut by Cactus Tractor Lyrics
I don’t understand your rules
They’re really rather bland
Like reading Chinese
Like choosing wine based on the cheese
Like feeling poor
When opportunity knocks upon your door
Like feeling thirst
When lots of stranded sailors sure are feeling worse
I don’t understand
And if I did it wouldn’t take me by the hand
Wouldn’t make me sure
And if I were a fish it wouldn’t function like a lure
I was a thing in France
Purveyor of romance
I danced the Safety Dance
I am the one whose ants were in his pants
Ooh, my hairy face
My big fat belly
Won’t you pass the jelly?
A little more… Thanks!
Do I sin? (He sins!)
Or is I in? (He’s in!)
Go is always a go-getter
Ego less so, adds a letter
My id is lazy!
I tell the truth, it says the sooth
But don’t let me be so uncouth
Both of you, please sit in this booth
You say chicken, I say egg
You give your hand, I give my leg
You talk linguistics, I talk linguini
You wax poetic, I wax bikini!
You! You hoist the sails!
You turn the crank, you!
But first—get over here and give me a bite of that jelly donut!
Pretty please and thank you!
I feel I feel too much, from feeling felt and such
And such fantastic feeling felt! I feel I’ve touched a pelt
From which comes this such fantastic feeling felt, I melt
I melt this pelt to felt, to felt I feel I’ve melted
I pat an eye with a dainty little hanky
Won’t you pass me one more jelly donut?
Thanky, thanky
Go find a tulip pal!
And give a guy your gal
You’ve dropped the pope into the bathtub!
Yes sir, señora! In the bath!
Oh, Berliner! Gib’ mir deinen Fuß!
Gib mir ein’ Kuss!
Gibst du mir ein’ Kuss auf meinem Bauch
Und mach es laut und süß
So dass die Nachbarn hören können
Wir werden nicht stören, sondern beschwören
Meine Süße, such für mich nicht langer
Nicht mehr suchen, such nicht mehr
Ich bin dein Pfannkuchen!
Du musst die Füße nicht mehr stapfen
Ich bin dein Gelee Krapfen!
Not going to do it your way, I’m going to do it mine
Not going to butt ahead, I’m going to stand in line
Happy backed against the wall, just certain I’m not going to fall
Fall forward, fall behind
Not going to do it your way—I’m going to do it mine
They’re really rather bland
Like reading Chinese
Like choosing wine based on the cheese
Like feeling poor
When opportunity knocks upon your door
Like feeling thirst
When lots of stranded sailors sure are feeling worse
I don’t understand
And if I did it wouldn’t take me by the hand
Wouldn’t make me sure
And if I were a fish it wouldn’t function like a lure
I was a thing in France
Purveyor of romance
I danced the Safety Dance
I am the one whose ants were in his pants
Ooh, my hairy face
My big fat belly
Won’t you pass the jelly?
A little more… Thanks!
Do I sin? (He sins!)
Or is I in? (He’s in!)
Go is always a go-getter
Ego less so, adds a letter
My id is lazy!
I tell the truth, it says the sooth
But don’t let me be so uncouth
Both of you, please sit in this booth
You say chicken, I say egg
You give your hand, I give my leg
You talk linguistics, I talk linguini
You wax poetic, I wax bikini!
You! You hoist the sails!
You turn the crank, you!
But first—get over here and give me a bite of that jelly donut!
Pretty please and thank you!
I feel I feel too much, from feeling felt and such
And such fantastic feeling felt! I feel I’ve touched a pelt
From which comes this such fantastic feeling felt, I melt
I melt this pelt to felt, to felt I feel I’ve melted
I pat an eye with a dainty little hanky
Won’t you pass me one more jelly donut?
Thanky, thanky
Go find a tulip pal!
And give a guy your gal
You’ve dropped the pope into the bathtub!
Yes sir, señora! In the bath!
Oh, Berliner! Gib’ mir deinen Fuß!
Gib mir ein’ Kuss!
Gibst du mir ein’ Kuss auf meinem Bauch
Und mach es laut und süß
So dass die Nachbarn hören können
Wir werden nicht stören, sondern beschwören
Meine Süße, such für mich nicht langer
Nicht mehr suchen, such nicht mehr
Ich bin dein Pfannkuchen!
Du musst die Füße nicht mehr stapfen
Ich bin dein Gelee Krapfen!
Not going to do it your way, I’m going to do it mine
Not going to butt ahead, I’m going to stand in line
Happy backed against the wall, just certain I’m not going to fall
Fall forward, fall behind
Not going to do it your way—I’m going to do it mine