Flatten that fanatical fanny-wagon,
It's getting out of foot.
Galvanize the plastic dragon,
The clock's a quarter cooked!
Take your chair and make it cry,
We've got a business to walk.
Chair tears are in short supply;
Put down that tomahawk!
Will you take this seriously please?
You're upsetting my rug.
Don't you mind the rough breeze,
It's just trying to give you a hug.
O flip the flipping Mr. Flip!
And stretch your rubber dime,
The kissing factory's out of lips
But you can borrow mine!