Hour after hour in a mind-worry town. A-thousand and nothings to do.
Spending the day in a colorful way. Blue upon blue upon blue.
Psychadelic grottescum, Pictas sai pluras per stein.
Toffee and macarel gashen. Pineapple pie in the sky.
X See how the good times roll. See how the good times roll.
See how the good times roll away.
See how the good times roll. See how the good times roll.
See how the good times roll away.
Like ice in a drink, invisible ink, or dreams in the cold light of day.
The children of Rock ‘n Roll never grow old, they just fade away.
Drifting along on a comfortable cloud, dreaming of Drum Majorettes.
Schwastica nightingale’s use a new sheet. An elephant never forgets.
Repeat X ad lib