'n sugar 'n spikes 'n neon lights
'n walks 'n lights 'n chains coughin' smoke whoopin' hope
Cardinal sky rush by falls bark in dark
Fall back in dark
Pies steam stale shoes move broom 'n pale
Moon in uh dime store sale
Sugar 'n spikes 'n everything nice 'n everything nice 'n crazy
That's what little worlds are made of lady
I'm paid up in home in 'm new Friday's house
There's no H on my faucet there's no bed for m' mouse
My punch 'n grow mind in diamond back time
Now it's king for uh day with my lady look fine
Got m' peakin' up hat 'n my caramel mask
Tremelo car got m' speidel wrist round m' honey
Goin' t' see the navy blue vicar
Paul Peter 'n misses wray flicker
Interestingly, I received email from a Peter Wray, who might just be the fellow mentioned above in the song. Here's a chunk of his email.
"My only claim to fame was being mentioned in one of his songs (Sugar n Spikes). How I got in the lyrics I don't know except that I met Beefheart on tour in Columbus Ohio in 1968 or 69."
"I remember that one of my friends in college got one of the first issues of TMR - when warners included the lyric sheet - and came running into my room yelling and insisting that I somehow had done something directly to get in the song. I couldn't convince him otherwise."