We've got Neptunian Tapioca Dwarves

Attacking atomic cereal bowls.

We've got Wack here with Gwarf

Eating grandma's cinnamon rolls.

Give us pink flower cookie cutters

Or we'll blow up the Earth.

Our Burbank Death Gun clutters

A banana's rebirth.

We've got four legged seals here

Wearing cowboy hats.

Our transparent blindfolds smear

Vampire baseball bats.

We need psychedelic bowling balls

In a stretched limousine.

And no more plaid pianos in the halls

Man dey be mean.

You can thumb tack me to a sugar beet

And mail me to the prez.

You can fill me up with animals feet

If Simon sez.

I've got digital ultraviolet ray diverters

For sunny days.

And we got thermal detachment tubes

To hold up our trays.

We've got pinta transverse mega vibe device

To cook our food.

And crinkle cut frozen 'tatoe fries

But no dude.

We've got purple polka dotted apple chips

In a striped wheel barrow.

And we want to untie out lips

With Dolby Stereo.

Oh I love you. Go away.

Stay with me.

Come back tomorrow - yesterday.

A week before Saturday.

Oh I hate you. Let's go to bed.

We'll play Candy Land instead.

I don't smoke. Give me a stogie.

You got a lighter you could loan me?

What's this all about? I dunno.

You do not.