[…outra pérola dos lambchop de kurt wagner…]

Bugs rub their legs together in a fevered pitch

It trips me out, never gonna let it out

Birds they wheeze and my legs do itch

Yeah it flips me out, wonder what it's all about

And think of things, and how they got this way

Way above the rest, isn't this the fucking best

Superficial you may say, so down to earth in an earthy kind of way

It's just the best that we can do, is this just the best that we can do

Planes that buzz and cars that roam

Trees that grow through the forest foam

Squirrels that cross you overhead

Make their way to the squirrelly bed

Yes, even squirrels have beds

A natural light in the natural world

It flips me out, never gonna read about it

Our favored nation and our favorite girl

She trips me out, never ever really doubt it

And as your hand rests gently on her head

Remove the clutter and the papers that you’ve read

A whispered comment or a compliment is said

And you take her hand as you gesture toward the bed

I can't believe this feels this good