מילים לשיר The Mango Song – Phish

Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes
Ramble while slop scraper sighs Tossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he dies
Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes Feels it tilt and start to slide Dangle some grape apple pies
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies
Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese
Your hands and feet are mangos
Your hands and feet are mangos You're gonna be a genius anyway You're gonna be a genius anyway
(All three verses superimposed upon one another.