I got off the phone and I took out the trash
I emptied the buckets, I wired the cash I ate all the pretzels, left over the mash And I said what a waffle and oh what a hash! So sweep up the sidewalk and steady the wheel For we’ll pass the old school as the whitewalls will squeal As we fly into space in a second or two Sweeping past the neutrinos that reside in the zoo, For there’s no sense in sighing and no sense in those Whose lives are embraced by the laws of Sir Bose, So a square dance, a round, a jig in the park, A spotlight on those who’re asleep in the dark, Then let us embrace and let us embark For there’s no sense in thinking of sparrow and lark And guinea and peccary, Clark Gable too And the road that is straight and the dart that flies true And the shofar that's blasting the dust from the two Who slept on the beach and awoke as the crew Of a ship that was sailing from Chad to Japan And who stepped in the boots of a creature called man, Stepped into the story of Jerry and Sue And the wars that they fought and the stones that they threw And the night that they tore down the curtain of blue And upended the world and upset the hot stew Oh what an uproar and oh what a mess For the ants ran around and the thief did confess And the telescope shuttered and God looked inside And the clouds scattered down, went along for the ride, And I tell you my darling it soon won’t be long That the weak gather strength and are stronger than strong And the haze turns to silver, the silver to glass And the men on the highway give out a free pass.
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