God Nostrils by Paul Swartzel Lyrics

God made a nostril
It was pleasing
Took a step back, went:
“Buh bum bum bujjjjbuahuabbbum.”
“Beautiful.” Said, “I’ve got to make another.”
Went, “Buh bum buh bum Buh baum.”
Set them free…


A pair of nostrils flaring in the sky
Where are they going? What are they doing? And Why?
I don’t know and I never really cared
But I met this Irishman who said

“The Answer: Balls of ya muthafuckin’ TV screen
Believe it, you betta believe it
Tha muthafuckas makin Heyzeus look like a pacman
You betta believe it
Balls of screen swingin’, swingin’
Ewwweee you betta believе. I’m singin:
‘Schobbah lobbah Schobbah lobbah Schobbah lobbah Schobbah lobbah’
That’s an answer for you, but no solution.”

Well, he didn’t sound Irish
But I mеt him in group, so I’m non-judgmental
Buh bum bum bujjjjbuahuabbbum
Made my intro like
‘Hey, my name is Paul, and welcome to mindfulness’’

That’s when he cut me off, saying:
“I am the Irishman
I am the Light
I’ve got a fine art poster print
And a bucket of ping pongs with
The Answer: Balls of ya muthafuckin chest, Rockwell, believe it
You betta believe it
Muthafuckas makin’ Heyzeus look like a pacman
You betta believe it
Balls on chest? whiffin whiffin
Ewwwwww You betta believe I’m sniffin’
Schobbah lobbah Schobbah lobbah Schobbah lobbah Schobbah lobbah’
Schobbah lobbah what?! Schobbah Lob
I am! I am off to find the Nostrils’ my solution.”


Most psychiatrists only want easy patients
Most psychiatrists only take easy patients
Easy patients. I mean easy patients
You know easy patients?
Motherfuckers just afraid of the color yellow

I don’t care about fine art poster prints
I don’t care about God Nostrils
But I care for that man
And hope he finds them off guard