Penelope - Of Montreal
Penelope, shoot the apple off my head
I need to go to the store to get some sleep
Because I've run out of sleep
The rowboat came so David stopped arguing with a mime
And waved his arms like wheat
But when he tried to speak, the Prince of Plum
Fell through the roof of his mouth
And handed David an envelope
Inside was a letter that read
"Sir, you were given this envelope by mistake
Please disregard it"
Nicolynn, shoot the candle off my head
I need to go to the store to get some beets
To rub all over my feet
Andy's joke reminded Gerard
That his sloth balloon was owned by Turkish moths
Gerard's Lebanese boss had sent him out on business
Giving his word that he would keep it
Looked in the safe but it was all deceit
Because once he had the sloth balloon
He traded it to the moths for a lithograph
Of "Lady Lamenting on a Lawn Chair"
What interested Balabanoba was building
Complicated French machines
Designed to better enjoy the duchess, and she him
He helps her in the stirrups
Then he straps himself in
They spend their days in heights of ecstasy
But wait, why then does she look so sad?
Why is her countenance so glum?
Does she tire of mechanical hands
Or is she pining for the fair Prince of Plum?
Lulubird, shoot the doorbell off my head
I need to go to the store to get some treats
For Gothe, Becket, and Keates
The characters of the Gay Parade
Formed a boys choir with Static and the Red King
But whenever they sing, all postal workers
Simultaneously whisper to themselves the word "calendar"