Like the crap that you talk, yes, I like your stuff
Like the beat of your lines when you’re off the cuff
You can just improvise, you can make it up
You still hypnotize, you crazy nut
Like the way that you say all that crazy stuff
Like the time you held onto the bus,
roller skates on your feet, going fast as fuck
In the hospital, you still could laugh

Checked out and ran down to the sea
On the beach you hailed out “Follow me!”
You ran straight in wearing your jeans
Anyone would think you were in your teens
You need a teaspoon for your tea
You need to slow down, jelly bean
Cos your words spilling out don’t really mean
anything. Anyway, I dig your thing

Motormouth, I’m getting used to your weirdness
Motormouth, I love the way that you’re fearless

It’s bespoke that your jokes come fast and hard
and your kiss-off lines are avant garde
On a Tuesday, totally wired
I spelt it wrong—you’re total weird
If you were a girl, you’d grow a beard
If you were a boy, you would be queer
If you were a bird, you’d fly a kite
If you were a fish, you’d ride a bike

Motormouth, I’m getting used to your weirdness
Motormouth, I love the way that you’re fearless