Uncontrollable urge got an urge got a surge and it's out of control got an urge i wanna purge 'cause i'm losing control uncontrollable urge i wanna tell you all about it uncontrollable urge makes me scream and shout it it's got style it's got class so strong i can't let it pass i gotta tell you all about it i gotta scream and shout it and I say yeah praying hands you got your left hand you got your right hand the left hand's diddling while the right hand goes to work you got both hands you got praying hands they pray for no man (it's all over, play dead) (get spiritual minded) o.k. . . . relax. . . assume the position go into doggie submission wash your hands three times a day always do what your mommy does say brush your teeth or they'll fall away wash your hands three times a day spacejunk she was walking all alone down the street in the alley her name was sally I never touched her she never saw it when she was hit by space junk in new york miami beach heavy metal fell in cuba angola saudi arabia on xmas eve said norad a soviet sputnik hit africa india venezuela (in texas kansas) it's falling fast peru too it keeps coming and now i'm mad about space junk i'm all burned out about spacejunk oooh walk & talk about space junk it smashed my baby's head and now my sally's dead mongoloid mongoloid he was a mongoloid happier than you and me mongoloid he was a mongoloid and it determined what he could see mongoloid he was a mongoloid one chromosome too many mongoloid he was a mongoloid and it determined what he could see and he wore a hat and he had a job and he brought home the bacon so that no one knew mongoloid he was a mongoloid his friends were unaware mongoloid he was a mongoloid nobody even cared jocko homo they tell us that we lost our tails evolving up from little snails i say it's all just wind in sails are we not men? we are DEVO! we're pinheads now we are not whole we're pinheads all jocko homo are we not men? D-E-V-O monkey men all in business suits teachers and critics all dance the poot are we not men? we are DEVO! are we not men? D-E-V-O we must repeat o.k. let's go!   (Oh, Give it up!   God made man   But he used the monkey to do it   Apes in the plan   And we're all here to prove it   I can walk like an ape   Talk like an ape   Do what monkeys do   God made man   But a monkey supplied the glue) too much paranoias think i got your dial tone think i got billy baxter's bone think i got a bubble-sac think i got a big mac attack hold the pickles hold the lettuce special orders don't upset us all we ask is that you let us serve it your way too much paranoias my momma's afraid to tell me the things she's afraid of i been dipped in double meaning i been stuck with static cling think i got a rupto-pac think i got a big mac attack gut feeling something about the way you taste makes me want to clear my throat there's a method to your movements that really gets my goat i looked for silver linings but you're rotten to the core i've had just about all i can take you know i can't take it no more got a gut feeling centered 'round long time ago on your ability to torment then you took your tongs of love and stripped away my garment got a gut feeling something about the way you taste makes me want to clear my throat there's a method to your movements that really gets my goat i looked for silver linings but you're rotten to the core i've had just about all i can take you know i can't take it no more got a gut feeling centered 'round long time ago on your ability to torment then you took your tongs of love and stripped away my garment got a gut feeling (slap your mammy) come back jonee jonee went to the pawnshop bought himself a guitar now he's gonna go far you gotta love 'em and leave 'em sometimes you deceive 'em you made her cry jonee you're bad you're gonna make her sad jonee jumped in his datsun drove out on the expressway went head-on into a semi his guitar is all that's left now he made her cry now she calls his name jonee you're to blame sloppy (i saw my baby gettin') i saw my baby yesterday she spent her money on a car it didn't get her very far so my baby said to me you know my baby she said sloppy i think i missed the hole shrivel-up well it's a god-given fact (that you can't go back) it's a god-given law that you're gonna lose your maw it's a god-given fact you gotta buy 'em by the sack it's a god-given law that you're gonna get small may be just another rap but you're running out of sap well you better take the rap dying under daddy's cap it's at the top of the list that you can't get pissed it's rule #1 living right isn't fun time-tested and true you gotta pooty poo-poo