Move around folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively
Move around folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively
Over the falls and into the drink
The barrel breaks and we slowly sink
Don't need no volleyball
Dog is a good old cat (Dog is a good old cat)
People, whatcha think of that? (People, what d'you think of that?)
I'm having a heart attack
I'm having a heart attack
I'm having a heart attack
Of the window, I can see
All the chimneys on the houses
And the sleigh in the sky
Operators are standing by
Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee
I made a mess
And now I guess
That somehow I
Have got to clean
It up
See them over there
See them moving down the road
Their arms held out ahead
And their eyes, their eyes are closed
I never knew love could be like this
I go around thinking I'm a genius
Come on come on and meet the elements
Check out the ones they call the elements
Girl: Oh, I'm just hanging out. What are you doing?
Robot: Oh, I've learned how to recite the alphabet very quickly.
I forget now, did I let go?
After you left me hanging on your words
Which hung down like a rope
All the people are so happy now
Their heads are cavin' in
I'm glad they are a snowman with
Protective rubber skin
Someone protect our home
Who will protect our home?
Courage, the cowardly dog
Don't cross the street in the middle, in the middle,
In the middle, in the middle, in the middle of the block
A cell knows what it has to do
To grow into some moss or a shrew (Algae or a kangaroo)
They might be giants! (boy)
They might be giants!
They might be bald
They might be snow
But where, where do they make balloons? (where)
But where, where do they make balloons? (where)
The gravel's coming with us when we go, when we go
Oregon is bad
Stop it if you can
Run away
Run away
Call out the undertaker
Can anybody stand up?
Dispose of the villainousness?
Save us, save us
Dystopio Smashedtobits
The keeper of dust
The builder of rust
When you discover
Sleep's older brother
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
People should get beat up for stating their beliefs
Come on baby
Turn that frown upside down
Tell me why you ain't been around
What is it brings you down?
I'll take back my piΓ±ata, it's wasted on you
Just spinning that pool cue all over the room
And give back the blindfold that's under your shoe
We never asked for miracles
Fake-Believe, Fake-Believe, Fake-Believe
Fake-Believe, Fake-Believe, Fake-Believe
Fake-Believe, Fake-Believe, Fake-Believe
F is for Fake-Believe
Something grabbed a hold of my hand
I didn't know what had my hand
But that's when all my troubles began