la la la la la ******* so many crackrocks sitting in a row so many crackrocks where will they go??? all the little ducks say quack & quack quack there eyes torn open bloody flowing black how many duckies sitting in a row? up they fly I watch them go how many crackrocks can they smoke there goes the duckie taking his toke heres the little crackboy just a baby girl wah wah wah like a crying hair curl curling up spine and a melted heart cry cry cry goes the mountain on the chart all the little duckies like to sing and dance writing off scores of the crackrock romance if given less then half a chance once the crackrocked swam in the watery dream of the webfooted fellow who remains to be seen then they smoked the rag pipe water all fell down crack smoking clown duck wearing a crown