Cocaine Bill and Morphine Sue
Get out the way. Here comes Helium Hugh.
Helium [inhale]… runnin' round my brain.
A ten buck bottle on the street
Gets you about a hundred fifty cubic feet
Of helium… running round my brain.
I'm all through with blow and boo,
Bourbon, cigarettes and airplane glue.
I no longer waste my breath
Crying «Give me Librium or Give me Meth.»
Breathe it in/ Up ya go.
Nice and slow/ When you're done
And down ya come/ Cause helium
Is really um-believable stuff.
Float in space, your mind's a blank.
The only pressure is in the tank.
Nothing can upset this tranquil mood.
[Break: Kazoo on helium]
Father James says all his monks
Got helium hoses up in their bunks.
«Et cum spiritu tuo helium»
Crack is bad and smack is bad
And so is LSD.
And I vaguely recall that pot…
Screws up your memory.
So when I die, Oh please don't skimp.
Bury my body in the Goodyear blimp
I got to got to have that helium… runnin' round my brain.
Helium, helium, helium, helium helium helium helium… [Dogs bark]
[Announcer]: Kids, don't try this at home. There's no such thing as a safe drug. If you're find yourself at a birthday party and your friends are doing balloons… just say no.