Pink Headed Bug Songtext
von The Three Johns

I was a pink headed bug
Crawling up the side of the civic hall
I was a pink headed bug
Crawling up the side of the civic hall
I was a hundred pound
Package of dynamite
I was a hundred pound
Package of dynamite
They locked me behind my closed lids
I was lost in space
They locked me behind my closed lids
I was lost in space
I was a pink headed bug
Crawling up the side of the civic hall
I was a pink headed bug
Crawling up the side of the civic hall
The four walls of the room
Seemed to hold the frog above
The still air seemed to drip with bug
And with earthy rain


I smelt the dead star smell
Of a diseased hole
I smelt the engine oil
And the purple shaft
I climbed, I climbed
Up the ventilator shaft
Climbed the Himalayas
I stretched out on the top
The men with machine guns
Were all around me
I spoke with a small Kellogg man
He was a racketeer
I was a pink headed bug
I was a pink headed bug
I was a pink headed bug
I was a pink headed bug
I was a pink headed bug
I was a pink headed teenage
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la
I was lost in, I was lost in
I was lost in space
I was lost in space