Jo Jo's Jacket

And in a funny way, the shaving of my

Uh, head

Has bean a liberation from, uh, a lot of, uh

Stupid vanities really

Uh, it has simplified everything for me

It has opened a lot of doors maybe

I'm not what you think I am

I'm the king of Siam

I've got a bald head, my name is Yul Brynner

And I am a famous movie star

Perhaps you saw me in West World

I acted like a robotic cowboy

It was my best role, I can not deny I

Felt right home deep inside that electronic carcass

You're such monumental slime

Let the punishment fit the crime

Tie it to a chair, the house music will blare

And turn your ears into a medicinal jelly

Stay inside on Christmas day

And make believe that you are my candy cane

You said, I'm not that type

No I'm not sweet, and I'm not overripe

(It's still your life)

(Psycho disco)

Bob Dylan sang in

It's alright, ma, I'm only bleeding

Everything from toy guns that spark to fresh

Colored Christs that glow in the dark

It's easy to see without lookin' too far

That not much is really sacred