I don't know what I can do
'Long I've got Plastic Cthulhu
Crouching on the dashboard of my car...
I don't need no crosses or pentacles
'Long as I've got that thing with tentacles
Crouching on the dashboard of my car...
Grab a beer and drink a cold one
In the name of that mighty Old One
Crouching on the dashboard of my car...
Got tentacles to grab and squeeze us
(Lord, it ate my Plastic Jesus!)
Crouching on the dashboard of my car...
Glows in the dark like radiation
(Cthulhu cured my constipation!)
Crouching on the dashboard of my car...
Cured my piles and made me sit less
('cause Great Cthulhu scares me shitless!)
Crouching on the dashboard of my car!
Crouching on the dashboard of my car!
-- Kurt Miller |
