Lyrics of Moving slow

You say that your turkey
Is rising in your blood now
Take a load of juicy juice
Just turn your self loose
Button up your directions
Let loose as a goose

Turn around to the other set now
Take it home in a corvette now
Oh, wont you be a melody maker
Pushing tape and bending fingers?
Somebody turned a juror loose
Oh loose mother, it's a loose goose

Running up the track now
Fast, oh, how its smooth and slow
Seems like its the end, yes
Play it over again, youre a melody maker