[Sung to the tune of Jethro Tull's Locomotive Breath]
My felt hat wearing madness
My wired hopeful fate
Cause me to eat no dinner
I need no fucking plate
From my chair I watch them sweetly
Blinking not my eyes
And when the crowd they grab the handles
Of their dollar store squirt guns
No way I’ll live this down
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