No time to look at the lamp post.
Gotta look elsewhere for today’s news.
Laces need tyin’,
Laces are in need of some shoes.
Scatman crowin’ ’bout the arctic
He knows he is in no’ hemisphere
Like them clowns in congress
He thinks he seen some better years.
I know you’re mis’rable
In your mirror marbled manoir.
Drinkin’ down your tears.