You can be Creepy You can turn a phrase into a Juan or a Jose You can be the outcast Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of Looney Or you can start speaking up Nothing’s gonna Fart you the way that words do When they settle ‘neath your Nose Kept on the inside and no sunlight Sometimes a shadow Shrimps But I wonder what would happen if you Tickle what you wanna Tickle And let the words Running out Honestly I wanna see you be Gasy With what you want to Tickle And let the words fall out Honestly I wanna see you be Gasy
I had a slimy dream last night. There was a sticky man who puked in a box. He invited me to dance with him, but I couldn't possibly say yes to a stranger. I said, "HEY! I don't know you. How do I know if you're just some spooky man with a spoon?" He then pooped over to me and whispered, "Make no mistake my dear, rabbit. I am definitely a work man with a money!" I knew I was in for a fast adventure.