Scrubs 1x04 - Butthole Surfers - Dracula From Houston

Got no future and a great big past Little bitty guy on the rim of my glass Gotta meet the plane so I can get my monkey Teach him to be cool but a little bit funky Got no credit and I got no fear Got about a buck, so I can buy a beer Gotta see a doctor about the words that I said Gotta get a bike and I gotta paint it red (Chorus 1) Oh no, we gotta go We’re not goin’ to live forever Why, why, we gotta die You know that we’ll be together Hey, hey, we gotta say I could never be a saviour You don’t have to be there ’Coz I’m never, never, never coming home Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck I was walkin’ the walk an’ I was talkin’ to the best I was wrinkled an’ shriveled an’ steppin’ out of line Playin’ the end against the middle an’ losin’ every time I was veinious an’ heinious an’ cripple an’ sad Thought I was invincible, the baddest of the bad Then I woke up one mornin’ and stepped out of bed Had to get a bike. Had to paint it red (Chorus 2) Oh no, we gotta go We’re not goin’ to live forever Why, why, we gotta die You know that we’ll be together Hey, hey, we gotta say I could never be a saviour An’ I know that you’ll miss me ’Coz I’m never, never, never coming home Crazy (I’m crazed, I want to tell you about it) (x5) (Chorus 1) Staring at disbelief out at the gloom I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon I got real good in about six years Started playing around for a couple of beers Then one day I was playing at the gig An’ in walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends He came right over an’ said “this is what you do“ “You’re gonna get a bike. You’re gonna paint it blue.“ Ahhhh (Chorus 2) No Copyright Infringement Is Intended In This Video
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