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!