(Anastasio)

Goin' down to Lushington,
RayBans/Aviators on my nose.
The sun is beatin' down on me.
I've got cheese in between my toes (cheese between my toes)

(Well) Traffic movin' slowly,
and I'm feeling a little sick.
I bend down where nobody can see me,
and I give my nose a pick.

I think about radio and
about bums and whores and tacks.
I put/stick my little finger in my ear,
and I pull out a clump of wax.

Well, there's miles and miles
of Lushington miles,
And every one is brutal.
Well, there's miles and miles
of Lushington miles,
And every one is brutal.
Well, there's miles and miles
of Lushington miles,
And every one is brutal.
Well, there's miles and miles
of Lushington miles.
And every one is brutal.

["The Chase" segment]

I bend down on ? now
Everything is getting scary
I've bend down between my cheeks
And I pulled out a dingleberry

[jam on "Lushington" chords]

Well, there's miles and miles
of Lushington miles
And every one is brutal
Well, there's miles and miles
of Lushington miles
And every one is brutal
Well, there's miles and miles
of Lushington miles
And every one is brutal
Well, there's miles and miles
of Lushington miles
And every one is brutal