Phish - The Mango Song lyrics

Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels
The sunlight in his eyes
Grasp a kettle top and
Shoot the breeze, please
Ramble while slop scraper sighs
Tossing in his bed at night
He'll dream until he dies

Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath
His troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide

Mask a pretty hopper's foot
With squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pies
Tranquil and serene until he
Runs out of supplies

Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway

Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway

Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
(Mask a pretty hopper's foot
With squeeze cheese)
Slander on wrap paper ties
(Dangle some grape apple pies)
Lifting up his head he feels
The sunlight in his eyes
(Tranquil and serene until he
Runs out of supplies)

Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway