Martha and the Muffins - Primal Weekend Lyrics

Sally was a painter and a victim of our age
Put faith in health-food living and a certain Buddhist sage
Who told her that to see the light her ego had to go
The conflict was too much for her, the strain began to show
Her mind was in a quandary, she was slowly going mad
She even threw the I Ching but it always turned out bad

What to do?
What to think?
Not a clue

Then she saw an item on Eye Witness Evening News
Threw away her Valium and her 222's too
"Therapy's the answer," said the television voice
"Returning to the womb is your safest choice"

Her mind is reeling backwards through a primal scream
Lukewarm water baths and all her childhood dreams

A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y
A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y
Primal Weekend
Primal Weekend
It's a Primal Weekend

It's all right
It's okay
It's all right
Put the hose away