jingly jangly
ohhh i got spurs on gleaming silver braces
and my shiny teeth flash in the sun
i washed myself up in the river
and rode to the saloon
my critter chuffs and sidles
his beamy flecked with purple
where we waded through the screamies
under the red moon
now serva shows me to a cover
brings me my pushie with a burst
soon enough i get inflated
and want a little pullie to invert
them boys in covers call me perfy
my shockie comes like out on its own
merges them with their fair center
and how they tremble when they burn!
so i ride my stip to ovot rocky
and step lightly round the pit
too much pushie gets me dizzy
i lay down by the termin and go dream
while i dream my stip it starts to talking
like it’s got a way to do so out of hive
it wonders if there might be some strangins
out up on them screamies in the sky
when i wake my stip is drinking from the bartle
and all is as it was is
so i ride up on to that old rocky
and stare up at the streaks for awhile
’til my stip it gets to singing
and i think about what it might look like
that strangin