The Mango Song Phish

[Verse 1]
Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes
Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Ramble while slop scraper sighs
Tossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he dies

[Bridge]
Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide

[Verse 2]
Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pies
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies

[Chorus]
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway

[Chorus]
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway