My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors

His pencil would not write No matter how much he would scold… “It’s not about the pencil boy” “It’s about the one who holds it”

You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me

There was a man With the largest of eyes They said he could see For miles wide A job as a lookout

I once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon

I once met a man Who walked on his hands He’d sit on his head When too tired to stand He’d extend his leg

When you look at the world flat You see nothing but squares It all looks the same Lines all put in pairs Faces look straight

It’s been a week Since I left my house The snows blocked me in And I can’t get out It’s really a bother

I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man

Theres a key to happiness The man said as he rocked “But if theres a key to happiness Why would they keep it locked”

Who cares when you dance It’s not to the beat Your claps aren’t timed And you stomp your feet Be the first to dance

Large heels Small meals The life of an actress Long scripts Thin hips

Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life