Man! I feel so strange!
Could it be true happiness?
What a great feeling!
What a great feeling!
Could this be what love is like?
I'm floating on air!
I'm floating on air!
Speaking to angels on high
Or maybe dreaming
Or maybe dreaming
is what I should be doing.
I wish I could sleep!
I wish I could sleep
But I love life's temptations
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Life is too precious to waste
In idleness now
In idleness now
I sit at my computer
tapping on the keys.
Tapping on the keys,
Wondering why things matter
more to me today.
More to me today
Perhaps less than tomorrow
The answer seemed clear
The answer seemed clear
in the lazy, hazy throes
of strange yesteryears
Of strange yesteryears,
and odd dreams of the future,
the days of our lives.
hehehehehehehehehehehehe
The days of our lives
Making thousands of moments
Tick tock there goes two
Tick tock there goes two
Tick tock there goes two million
This is frightening
This is frightening;
I'm being held in a room
And Frost is here now.
And Frost is here now.
I always confuse him with
That poet Sandburg.
That poet Sandburg
He got lost in Chicago
Must have been the fog
Must have been the fog
that led the dog to believe
that frogs were croaking.
That frogs were croaking
Signaled heavy rains to come
Get your umbrella!
Get your umbrella
And beat maniacs with it:
This is self-defence!
This is self-defence!
That's what I said to the judge
He didn't buy it.
