מילים לשיר Fluffhead – Phish

Fluffhead was a man
With a horrible disease
Won't you help him if you please?
Fluff came to my door Fluff came to New York (two parts)
His eyes were clear and pure
Could not find no cure
But his mind was so deranged Fluff went to a banker
Askin' for some bills
Askin' me for change
But I sure got some powerful pillsThe banker said, "I ain't got that.