Song Description

A weird boogie about trying to find happiness in it's pursuit of hope.

Lyrics

Sometimes I wake up
wishin' I was still in Sleepytown
Where I was busy flyin' round
eatin' Grippos by the pound
while pixies licked my fingers and made whistlin' sounds

Yeah I know that ain't good
resentin' the woken life
One can only speak in sighs
rollin' droppy zombie eyes
Wishin' the Lord would take my soul in the night

Sometimes all it takes for me to not wanna die
is a promise of a smile
or a steamin' mater pie

Anything as long I got sumthin' to look forward too


Yes I will help you
take on anything
till your garden in the spring
pull your weeds and still sing
shellin' your peas and snappin' all your beans

Please never hesitate
to ask of me what you will
I'll push your car up the hill
pick up the marbles that you spill
Scold your cat for the pile of moles that she killed

Just promise me a walk with you in your favorite dress
I'll be a big fat baby slobberin' at the sight of lactating breasts

Anything as long I got sumthin' to look forward too

What's that? You wished there'd be a puppet show
of the sermon on the Mount?
Grab your Bible, I'll pull off my socks, this is what I'm talkin' about

This is that sumethin'
sumethin' to look forward to!