Mr.Bungle 1.-Travolta (Quote Unquote) Lyrics:
All behold the spectacle A fleshy limbless
rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal
handicapable

Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that
he can't recall The torso on a trampoline The
happiness melts into dream

To talk is an enunciated sneeze To taste is some
foul air to breathe

One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll
most likely live forever! He's a bird in flight, a
hermaphrodite And he fucks himself as he fucks the
world
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His twitching brain can dance within Gyrating
more like gelatin A secret means of ecstasy Acute
and very olfactory

To see is colors crawling in the nose To hear is
stinking highs and lows

He's got an itch but nothing with which to
scratch the itch - so wish it away

With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his
butt Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump
& Travolta

Smell, Sweat, Movement. Everyone's dancing.
Disco. Dimple. Fading. Darker. A subtle fragrance.
Faint. Everyone's dancing without him. Where did
it go? Dark. Odorless. Nothing.
Lyrics: 1.-Travolta (Quote Unquote), Mr.Bungle [end]