There are wings growing
On the backs of my hands
And snakes coming out of my toes
My knees are made out of plasticine
And I’ve got a trombone for a nose
The hat on my head has an Edison screw
An I think it’s been fitted, too tight
Which is why, it appears
The balloons in my ears
Have been keeping me up
Through the night.
On the backs of my hands
And snakes coming out of my toes
My knees are made out of plasticine
And I’ve got a trombone for a nose
The hat on my head has an Edison screw
An I think it’s been fitted, too tight
Which is why, it appears
The balloons in my ears
Have been keeping me up
Through the night.