Fliptop Twister
                                 ***************
                                   Sean Altman
                             Arrangement: Sean Altman
                             Lead Vocal: Sean Altman
 
 Fliptop Twister of love.
 We met in Vegas, I tore my best red suit
 And Lady Luck had just slapped my face.
 The lanky croupier was dealing on you hard
 And I was thinking I could be your ace.
 
 Then like a slingshot right in  the butt of Fate
 We're trading winkers and counting beans.
 We hit the window and all night long we bounced
 Upon a mattress full of paper greens.
 
 Ah, the morning sun was an egg yolk we'd never seen,
 We're chugging cokes like we're sipping champagne.
 I got a steak on my eye, but don't you ever cry;
 I'll make you happy as a duck someday.
 
 I was a sucker for the pick-up,
 The stick-up, and every saucy hiccup,
 The foam-mouthed mongrel of love
 Ain't nothing worse in my brain than when I feel too sane
 And how I wish I'm gonna find my home.
 
 I think it suits me -- Australian ostrich boots.
 I think it suits you -- a diamond ring.
 I think it suited the man who said so much so fast
 To steal away with every last damn thing.
 
 Ah, the morning was an eyeball we'd never seen
 But there was red in the sclera of love.
 We pulled the one-armed bandits and we ate our sandwiches
 Of knuckles in a black leather glove.
 
 You were a runner for the mix-up,
 The fix-up, and getting boys' wicks up
 A lift-off locust of love
 Ain't nothing worse in you mind than when you're feeling fine
 And now I think I've finally found my home.
 Yes, sir! And now I think I've finally found my home. Hey!
 
 Now it's amazing how you've become my Mom,
 Crazy, wacky how I'm my Pop.
 I've still got raspberry seeds between my teeth
 And now I'm slurping from a bowl of slop.
 
 The funky monkey still flips his chips about
 I guess it's just in my genes to roam.
 So like a gunshot right in  the butt of Fate
 I think I wish I'm never going home. No sir!
 I think I wish I'm never going home...
 
 I was a junky for the break-up,
 the make-up, and every little shake-up,
 The flip-top twister of love.
 Ain't nothing worse in my mind than when I'm feeling fine
 And now I wish I'm never going home.