conehead

Lyrics

conehead. she ain't really dumb, she's just a conehead.' tater chip crumbs, all over her face, is there any more beer, stashed away at her place?, she's just a conehead.s he can't help herself, "she's a conehead girl.", pitch her a ring, that is the thing, that's getting her hot-uh, a hoop or a ring, coin' over the top of her conehead, "she is from a small town in france, 'n she's a conehead kind of girl, kind of guy", that's what she gives me is-uh oooh! conehead, when she's on her knees, the point is so high, i keep sayin' please, keep it out of my eye, she's a conehead, saturday night, you're home alone, the tv lights up, as her dad comes home, he's been workin' all day, at the drivin'school, in a stupid-lookin' hat, that he uses to fool, the people of earth, who might get back, if they knew he was really, from remulak, where the, conehead. people are from, where the, conehead. people go to, when the, conehead. people are done with their, conehead. things that are fun, connie the cone, is dressed real neat, like a teen-age girl, from down the street, but mom 'n dad, they don't approve, carbohydrates, is all they groove, connie's eye, has a tiny tear, but they rinse it away, with a case of beer, a bag of chips, 'n fiberglass, her diet's a riot, i can't keep quiet, i'd love to try it, but i think i'll pass, to eat that kind of stuff they pack, you'd hafta be from remulak, where the, conehead. people are from, where the, conehead. people go to, when the, conehead. people are done with the, conehead. things that are fun, where the, conehead. people are from, where the, conehead. people go to, when the, conehead. people are done, with the, conehead. things that are fun