Gumballs barrel out like boulders
with the short-timer’s chummy smell.
I play footsie with my tootsie
whose creaking credulity knows no bounds.

With the short-timer’s chummy smell
and the pompousness of a palimpsest
whose creaking credulity knows no bounds
she slurps on sweetened tea.

And the pompousness of a palimpsest
couldn’t keep this girl from swirling, mad.
She slurps on sweetened tea
and gets up too early in the morning.

Couldn’t keep this girl from swirling, mad,
sad, nostalgic – oh!  Austere, my anodyne can sing
and gets up too early in the morning.
She does it all like birds can fly.

Sad, nostalgic – oh!  Austere, my anodyne can sing,
though she never does it very well.
She does it all like birds can fly
after seeing the wing-clipper of Seville.

Though she never does it very well,
no one would ever guess – that’s her trick!
After seeing the wing-clipper of Seville
all she wants is my snap crackle pop.

No one would ever guess – that’s her trick!
That girl’s flimflammery flummoxes the very best, I know
all she wants is my snap crackle pop.
Gumballs barrel out like boulders.