Bugs - Lambchop

Bugs rub their legs together in a fevered pitch 
It trips me out 
Never gonna let it out 

Birds they wheeze and my legs they itch 
Yeah it flips me out 
Wonder what it's all about 

And think of things, and how they got this way 
Way above the rest 
Isn't this the fucking best 
Superficial we may say 
So down to earth in an earthy kind of way 
It's just the best that we can do 
Is this just the best that we can do 

Planes that buzz and cars that roam 
Trees that grow through the forest foam 
Squirrels that cross you overhead 
Make their way to the squirrelly bed 
Yes, even squirrels have beds 

A natural light in the natural world 
It trips me out 
Never gonna read about it 

Our favored nation and our favorite girl 
She flips me out 
Never ever really doubt it 

And as your hand rests gently on her head 
Remove the clutter and the papers that you read 
A whispered comment or a compliment is said 
And you take her hand as you gesture toward the bed 
I can't believe this feels this good