I got to get up to get down
And start all over again
Head on down to the basement and shout
Kick those white mice and black dogs out
Kick those white mice and baboons out
Kick those baboons and other mother fuckers out
And get it on, get it on
On the day that you got born
They had to dig him from the ground
They chipped him from the frozen snow
They dug his monkey fingers
But he had nowhere to go
They dug his pink hair curlers
They dug his sequined gown
They dug his Stratocaster
They dug his pornographic crown
He's got some words of wisdom
I got some words of wisdom
He's got some words of wisdom
I got some words of wisdom
Get it on, get it on
On the day that you got born
He crawled out of the ooze
He defied evolution
He had green flippers and sang the blues
He caused a revolution
He got in the British weeklys
He got in the dailys too
He drank panther piss
And fucked the girls
You're probably married too
He's got some words of wisdom
I got some words of wisdom
He's got some words of wisdom
I got some words of wisdom
Get it on, get it on
On the day that you got born
You gotta do the Vaughan
Yeah, papa's down
Sweets is sweet
Tex is on
Then one day he went away
His neighbour claimed he'd shot him
If he hadn't had disappeared
That taxman would have got him
Yeah, before I leave
I call out from the storm
For those who gave their lives
So we could get it on
Get it on, get it on
On the day that you got born
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
Writer(s): Warren Ellis, Nicholas Edward Cave, Jim Sclavunos, Martin Casey
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