Cocaine Bill & Morphine Sue
Get out the way. Here comes Helium Hugh.
Helium [inhale]... runnin' round my brain.
A ten buck bottle on the street
Gets you about a hundred fifty cubic feet
Of helium... running round my brain.
I'm all through with blow and boo,
Bourbon, cigarettes and airplane glue.
I no longer waste my breath
Crying "Give me Librium or Give me Meth."
Breathe it in/ Up ya go.
Nice and slow/ When you're done
And down ya come/ Cause helium
Is really um-believable stuff.
Float in space, your mind's a blank.
The only pressure is in the tank.
Nothing can upset this tranquil mood.
[Break: Kazoo on helium]
Father James says all the monks
Got helium hoses up in their bunks.
"Et cum spiritu tuo helium"
Crack is bad and smack is bad
And so is LSD.
And I vaguely recall that pot
Does... something bad to your memory.
So when I die, Oh please don't skimp.
Bury my body in the Goodyear blimp
I got to got to have that helium... runnin' round my brain.
Helium, helium, helium, helium helium helium helium... [Dogs bark]
[Announcer]: Kids, don't try this at home. There's no such thing as a safe drug. If you're find yourself at a birthday party and your friends are doing balloons... just say no.
