Artist: phish
Song: fluffhead
Album: Junta
Year: 1988
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 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."
