PHISH LYRICS - Fluffhead

"Fluffhead"



Fluffhead was a man

With a horrible disease

Could not find no cure

Won't you help him if you please?



Fluff came to my door / Fluff came to New York (two parts)

Askin' me for change

His eyes were clear and pure

But his mind was so deranged



Fluff went to a banker

Askin' for some bills

The banker said, "I ain't got that

But I sure got some powerful pills."