Meet ethanol, meet methanol
Two of the finest friends I have
Meet Mr Glass, Mr Boot meet ass
If you’re cool enough to know them then your radiators broken

Here I am, as you can see, extraordinary, me
Like a blind man who can see - Do you know what I mean?

Pushing the needle right into the red
The way that I’m going I’m better off dead
I don’t think I heard any words that she said
Got my head in a hole - Get my hole in the head

Preach rock and roll, milk and alcohol
Free as a bird, tripping over my words
Teach the world to sing, could mean anything
Come on steaming, like, I’m on it. I’m nearly supersonic

PRE + CHORUS

Pretty pink flamingo, yeah
Could you Credit it to Ringo, yeah
La la la la la, oh yeah
I’ll never come down, I’m the talk of the town
Got my feet off the ground, when my friends are around, oh yeah

SOLO

Things are getting worse for the final verse
Use a formula, good, so you knew that it would
See me overact, with an ounce of tact
“Ready to become a god?” she said. “I Keep a gun beside the bed”

PRE + CHORUS

Hole in the head (I’ve got a)
Hole in the head (I’ve got a)
Hole in the head (I’ve got a)
Hole in the head