Mr. Bungle Quote Unquote (Travolta) Lyrics
            All behold the spectacle
            A fleshy limbless rectangle
            Sitting on a pedestal
            So nasal handicapable
        
            Sniff and remember silver ball
            Contortions that he can't recall
            The torso on a trampoline
            The happiness melts into dream
        
            To talk is an enunciated sneeze
            To taste is some foul air to breathe
        
            One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll most likely live forever!
            He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite
            And he f___s himself as he f___s the world
        
            His twitching brain can dance within
            Gyrating more like gelatin
            A secret means of ecstasy
            Acute and very olfactory
        
            To see is colors crawling in the nose
            To hear is stinking highs and lows
        
            He's got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away
        
            With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his b___
            Cuz he's____ler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta
        
            Smell, Sweat, Movement.
            Everyone's dancing.
            Disco.
            Dimple.
            Fading. Darker.
            A subtle fragrance.
            Faint.
            Everyone's dancing without him.
            Where did it go?
            Dark.
            Odorless.
            Nothing.
        
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