PHISH
Junta
歌词 Fluffhead

Fluffhead was a man
With a horrible disease
Could not find no cure
Won't you help him if you please?

Fluff came to my door / fluff came to new york (two parts)
Askin' me for change
His eyes were clear and pure
But his mind was so deranged

Fluff went to a banker
Askin' for some bills
The banker said, I ain't got that
But I sure got some powerful pills.

• Contact
• David Bowie
• Dinner & a Movie
• Esther
• Fee
• Fluff's Travels
• Fluffhead
• Foam
• Golgi Apparatus
• The Divided Sky
• Union Federal