A missile in the window, coming at my eyes
Whistle, it’s a whale now, how did that arise?
Wake me now, I’m stuck here, with a sighing door
I don’t need this, punch my spleen and I’m shoved into a war

I have no socks, I’m pissed off, mad, dismantled health
This could stand improving, better handle stealth
I blunder wearing robes and I, and why I’m not mice self
They’re just greedy, does it mean I can leave in twenty-four? (I mean…)

Don't pasta buy, go wake me try, try wake me do
That’s Pluto, Marvin, I mean forty-two
You'll see how low this curtsy goes, I love those pur-ty toes
Don't pasta buy, go wake me try

I'm sorry that I floundered through, up the downward stare
I was in a spaceship, without stuff to where
Then dead, SPLAT, that would be great, I’m out of power and tea
I said that’s too bright
I'm waiting here just hating the GALAXY

Don't hate the guy, go wake me try, try wake me do
‘Cause Pluto Martians, I’m no fan of you
It’s gonna blow so curtly though, I hate to learn to sew
Don't hate the guy, go wake me try

Good pesky bye, go wake me try, try wake me do
Do you know Barkley, he lives at the zoo?
This murky Joe has turkey glow, I see the turnkey grow
Good pesky bye, go wake me try