I'm Palm Palm head
  and I wrote one good song
  But that was almost 20 years ago
  I tried and I tried to follow it up
  But you know how those sophomore jinxes go
  
  So I became quite bitter
  as sales dropped like flies
  No one likes these dumb songs
  of racing cars and spies
  
  Maybe it's my ape drape
  or hippies in my band
  But now we only tour in Arizona
  or Japan
  
  So after much thought
  and a panel of experts
  I came up with a brilliant little plan
  I'll take out my frustrations
  on one of these ungrateful new punk rock bands
  
  Cuz I invented socks
  and I invented gravy
  I made up the cotton gin
  but no one ever paid me
  
  Why beat a dead horse
  with a career that is cursed?
  I'll just sue for royalties
  on things I thought of first
  
  Back in Ancient Egypt
  many Pharaohs went to jail
  for misappropriation
  of my Phrigian scale
  
  I said listen to Tutankhamen
  you're driving me insane
  it's obvious those bellies
  are all dancing to Bloodstains
  
  I figured out you owe me
  and please try not to laugh
  but every time I hear it
  I get one more golden calf
  
  So I've bitten off
  a sizable chunk
  of the hands of the people
  with the food
  
  Now I'm confined to the pages of Flipside
  a graveyard of punk rock's 35 year old dudes
  
  Cuz I invented socks
  and I invented gravy
  I made up the cotton gin
  but no one ever paid me
  
  Why beat a dead horse
  with a career that is cursed?
  I'll just sue for royalties
  on things I thought of first
  
  Palm Palm!
  Palm Palm!
  Palm Palm!
  Ape Drape!
  Ape Drape!
  Poodle Head!
  Poodle Head!