OH SCHITT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT ONE!!!!
"Sometimes late
When things are real
And people share the gift of gab
Between themselves
Some are quick
To take the bait
And catch the perfect prize
That waits among the shells
Chorus:
But Oz never give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please
Believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stained bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles."
Those cats might've been smoked up when they wrote this. Who know? I love this song, though!!!
Peace,
Big Stacks from Kakalak