my mind s an ashtray full of ashes lick the tears from my eyelashes oh whatever will i see that s good he plays a really mean guitar she smokes a really big cigar i d love to love ya if only i could her love is oh so shiny wet keeps a bald peacock for a pet can you ever understand how i feel miss jenifa my private dancer miss nina to whom i answer kari says we re the only ones who are real so when i dream on sunday mornin and my lover right beside me keeps on snorin i wonder if my dog s in heaven and i wonder when i ll see her again psycho pharmacology has never found a friend in me but i ll eat sugar cubes all day and night those ducklings are never ugly so she sells herself by the sea i ll bake her a cake be it wrong or right the caterpillar and the spider turn the screws a little tighter can you ever understand my feeling gail g my inspiration miss denise should run the nation isabel tortures me with sex appeal so when i dream on sunday mornin and my lover right beside me keeps on snorin i wonder if my dog s in heaven and i wonder when i ll see her again 