Fluffhead Lyrics by Phish

Fluffhead Lyrics

    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 / fluff came to new york (two parts)
    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."


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