hahahaha! soul coughing is indeed for real. a cross between beat poetry and acid jazz. the lyrics make no sense at all, but they're sung with such conviction and with such extreme instrumental weirdness you can't help but be moved.

"get onto the bus
that's gonna take you back to beelzebub
get onto the bus
that's gonna make you stop going 'rub-a-dub' [repeat]

"and it's a grind grind it's a grind it's a grind grind it's a grind grind it's a grind it's a grind grind it's a grind grind it's a grind it's a grind grind grind...

"hang from the axels of a boxcar!
follow the dotted line!
like a spirit to chicago!
like [incomprehensible] from the chicago man!

"yellow number five yellow number five five yellow number five yellow number five five yellow number five yellow number five five five...

"a voulez vous the bus?
a voulez vous the bus?
a voulez vous the bus?
that's gonna take you back to beelzebub?"

etcetera. fraught, simply fraught with significance, i'm sure. : )