Nirvana — Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip

[Verse 1] It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing That you're only supposed to use once and then discard Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend My shyness, pet her flow [Chorus] She's only been five months late Even though we haven't had sex for a week A meal a day, a meal, I say And my heart's made, my— [Verse 2] Somebody else already used the word 'aurora borealis' She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer [Chorus] She's only five weeks late But I haven't had a date forever Ever Ever Forever [Verse 3] Wish I had more More opportunity More chances to remember some things So I couldn't have so much pressure on my— On my, on my, um—(Ooh) Uh, on my Um, um Head [Guitar Solo] [Verse 4] We'd have so much more diversity And so much more input So much more creative flow If we had someone in school, a G-I-T G-I-T Geeks in town (Ha) Come on, Dave, think of one (Girls in trouble) It should be GIC, geeks with charvels No, GWC Fuck, man, this is a waste of time [Interlude] A-hahaha Hahaha One more solo? Yeah! Yeah! [Guitar Solo] [Outro] You're—personally responsible for The entire strip to be washed away Cleansed, as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol Flowed through the strip and were set on fire It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom And his silk And he— He erected a beautiful city A city of stars [Guitar Solo]