Lyrics

From what I can gather, your lather is rather raw
I know what you're hoping, I'm groping your coping saw
Basketry
Has been good to me
When will you learn
You've got to cover your eyes, shut your mouth and wait your turn

Leave your friends, linger, and finger your singers mouth
Stick around cupcake, your heartbreak is heading south

Basketry
Has been good to me
When will you learn?
You've got to cover your eyes, shut your mouth and wait your turn

You've got to cover your eyes, shut your mouth and wait you turn
From what I can gather, your lather is rather raw
I know what you're hoping, I'm groping your coping saw