(Anastasio/Fishman)
� Who Is She? Music, BMI

There's a mouse starin' out of the window
His car is trapped in the snow
He's planning a family vacation
But he just can't go
Around the next corner's a rare bird
His feathers are trapped in a sling
He's been trashed by some gunslinging parrot
Who's jealous he ain't got no grin

There ain't no time to stash the gumbo
Or rattle around in a cage
The sacrificed child's made bubbles
And spittle is everywhere in rage
In the hot sand I render my feet
They're blistered and caked with debris
Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
While Angry piddles with glee

There's a fool writing "no more"s on sandpaper
He's sending them off to himself
He gets them a couple days later
Who put them along his top shelf
We could get tired of shavings
And carve up a good hunk of wood
Remembering to check on the sausage
He's got cooking somewhere but good