I’m the man with the lightbulb head/I turn myself on in the dark/I’m the man with the lightbulb head/I turn myself on for a lark

And how’s about you, my pretty one?/Do you still roll and dream of bees?/How’s about you, my pretty one?/Do you still dream of bees?

I’m the man with the lightbulb head/I turn myself on all the time/I’m alone like a queen in bed/With a barrel of vodka and lime

And how’s about you, my pretty one?/Do you still smear yourself with jam?/How’s about you, my pretty one?/Do you know who I am?

“Daddy, it’s the man with the lightbulb head.”/ “Avert your eyes from his gaze, Junior, and we may yet be saved.”/”But Daddy… it’s you!”/”You’re too late. I’ve come to turn you on. Huhahaha!”

“Excuse me, madam, is this your brain?”