Hey Vibration!

Waiter waiter make it black
All my boyfriends sent me back
And in the middle I lost track
Of the capacities I lack

Doctor doctor keep it plain
I can tell by your eyes I’m insane
You state the facts and forget the hopes
I need these pills to cure the rage in my throat

Try if you want to
it’s just a masochistic act
Your face and fingers cramping
and you’ll just throw out your back

When stimulation doesn’t make you move
Hey Vibration!
When names and violence don’t get your groove
Hey Vibration!

Simple perfect handsome boy
Where does he get all those wonderful toys?
Your best high heels and shortest skirt
I can’t believe that the music works!

I’ll say something
When I’ve had enough
your face and fingers cramping?
That’s just tough…

When stimulation doesn’t make you move
Hey Vibration!
When names and violence don’t get your groove
Hey Vibration!
When modern medicine don’t know the cures
Hey Vibration!
And all my problems tangled up with yours
Hey Vibration!

Mister mister help me out
Even my boyfriend won’t eat me out
God is fucking with my head
All the batteries are dead
All the batteries are dead

When domination doesn’t make you move
Hey Vibration!
When penetration doesn’t get your groove
Hey Vibration!
When all the little boys have lost their nerve
Hey Vibration!
And when your parents make you sit through church
Hey Vibration!

Money money money’s due
But I’m too horny to look at you
Simple perfect handsome boy
Where does he get these lovely toys?
Where does he get those wonderful toys?

(Lyrics copyright Christopher Stetson Wilson 2010)