Tickled By The Mercy Sponge

The crush groove dancing man has fallen out of line
go ahead and squeeze a little lime
rest your head on cold wet mannequin

take my hand, my hat, my writing pen
tickled by the mercy sponge and what a view
i can feel it working

she walked and watched the sun go down
the ocean did it's best impression of itself
and jerry grilled ribs and drank

up in the sky
lurking
the tickle-making mercy sponge

coming down, landing like a dry leaf
you think that you could use it in a pie

meanwhile across the world
in the ice a monolithic jem
melts due to heat
from within

go tell the nurse
to play the bass for me

i would request some more fat
and gin

i would request the mercy sponge
that tickling wonderful thing
that dynamite holy knockout of a zing