Letras:Phish. Junta. Fluffhead.

Fluffhead was a man with a horrible disease
Could not find no cure, won't you help him if you please?

Fluffhead
Fluffhead

Fluff came to my door askin' me for change
His eyes were clear and pure but his mind was so deranged

Fluffhead
Fluffhead

Fluff went to a banker askin' for some bills
The banker said, "I ain't got that but I sure got some powerful pills"
Oh yeah

Fluffhead
Fluffhead