Back To Normally Fantastic

There’s this place just past perfect

Where things have never been

The shat is knee high deep there and

The stank is mighty mean.

People there are ugly

And shorta breath’n time

They force you dranks from dirty cups

You gotta listen to their whine.

Go back. Stay here. Now get on up.

They scratch you with their voice.

But you just dance to rotting musak

Cause you, you’ve got a choice.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.