Lyrics: Shpongle. My Head Feels Like A Frisbee.

My head feels like a frisbee,
Twice its normal size.
Feels like a football and someone's moved the goal posts.
Everything is slightly out of joint and weird:
Disconnected...
I had to hold onto the walls.

And we noticed that women, especially the hippy ladies, started reacting differently.
With your permission, their nipples get hard.
They start dancing in a whole other kind of way,
catching butterflies in the air.
People get goosepimples.
They laugh, they cry at the same time. They get horny and holy at the same time...
You see them.

This one brought me down to my knees.
I had to hold onto the wall,
my knees shaking, quivering.
My head feels like a frisbee.