I crawled to the monkey bars
And found myself in a rut
There were neither beers nor cocktails
But the monkeys flew out of my butt.
I swam to the milky way
And found a pig in a poke
We spend the night makin bacon
And snicker whenever we smoke.
I flew to the Dali Museum
But now can't remember the trip
Yet I got me a handlebar mustache
And a clock that goes tick tock drip. |