thE oLD bEECHrELAXING LO-FI cHILLOUT mUSIC

mY bONES aRE mADE oF rUBBER

cAN i uSE yOUR hEAD aS a sTRESS bALL?

i lOVE yOUR cAT, i hATE yOUR mOM

yOUR pHONE nUMBER mAKES mE dIZZY

tHE oLD bEECH iS oUR tOTEM

rAIN wASHES mY sOUL cLEAN

pULL mY fINGER aND cOVER yOUR eARS

yOUR dREAMS aRE mY nIGHTMARES

i dON’T fEEL mY eYES aNYMORE

i bORROWED yOUR bRAIN

tHREE rASTAS oN a bOAT

wELCOME tO mY cASTLE

sIT dOWN aND rELAX

i wANT tO tALK tO a hUMAN

pLEASE dON’T lISTEN tO tHIS sONG

iF yOU’RE sTRESSED, gET oUT

oNE sTEP fORWARD, tHREE bACK