Low Pop Suicide - No Genius lyrics

Counting by numbers And working out the sh**, Coulda been a contender-- But that...didn't rhyme... Lonely girls are my favorite Pa** the gravy Got a helping hand This one to the man in the overcoat, I think He's just fine and dandy You got a mouth on you Like a dog from hell So, spill out the novelty And fix up a needle Santa's little helper has found his rainbow Donchya know-ho? Come back hidin' And come back soon Found my Heaven Inside a spoon Crawl me up Don't be frills Got myself A good kind of thrill