Hello, thank you for calling the old planet
But we’re all away
As you know our civilization is based on gelatine
From ancient Greece to the New York City Police
New York’s finest
We have class and you have race
Fleshhead
Yum yum yum
Fleshhead

Take a walk down 4th Street
To Beacon and McDougal
There is the Café Figaro
Where a meal is only 13 bucks away
The bathroom door doesn’t fit too well 
But we aren’t talking planes here
The old planet supplied the slaves and the masters too
I knew you when your face was young and unstable
Fleshhead
Yum yum yum
Fleshhead

New York, so good they named it
And New Jersey
Is it really the tumour state
 And if it is, which is the state of sodomy
And whatever’s decomposing underneath our bedroom floor
Is it him
Fleshhead
Yum yum yum
Fleshhead

The flies were out again last night
But I don’t blame them
It’s the ones who are down on their knees while doing market research with a whip that you got to watch out for
On Lafayette I saw a TV set with a baby’s head in it
Flies around the eyes
While the great white roots suck the life out of the rich black earth
Fleshhead
Yum yum yum
Fleshhead
Yum yum yum

Michele was feeling kind of queasy so we left the Café Figaro
A dude was approaching on the other side of the street
It was Richard Butler