Penelope shoot the apple off my head,
I need to go to the store, 
to get some sleep. 
Because I've run out of sleep. 
The row boat came so David stopped arguing with a mime 
and waved his arms like wheat. 
But when he tried to speak 
the Prince of Plum fell through the roof of his mouth 
and handed David an envelope.
Inside was a letter 
that read "sir, you were given this envelope by mistake 
please disregard it." 

Nicolynn shoot the candle off my head, 
I need to go to the store, 
to get some beets. 
To rub all over my feet. 
Andy's joke reminded Gerard 
that his sloth balloon was owned by Turkish moths. 
Gerard's Lebanese boss had sent him out on business, 
giving his word that he would keep it locked in the 
safe. 

But it was all deceit, 
cause once he had the sloth balloon 
he traded it 
to the moths for 
a lithograph of "Lady Lamenting On A Lawn Chair". 

What interested Balabanoba was building complicated 
French machines designed to better enjoy the duchess, 
and she him. 
He helps her in the stirrups then he straps himself in,
they spend their days in heights of ecstasy. 
But wait,
why then does she look so sad? 
Why is her countenance so glum? 
Does she tire of mechanical hands, 
or is she pining for the fair Prince of Plum? 

Lulubird shoot the doorbell off my head, 
I need to go to the store, 
to get some treats. 
For Gothe, Becket and Keates. 
The characters of the "Gay Parade" formed a boys choir 
with Static and the Red King. 
But whenever they sing all postal workers 
simultaneously whisper to themselves the word calendar 
calendar...