Now they hit you like an imaginary pillow fight
But it's all right, yeah 'cause you're inside and you're in tight
He's the one to know, doesn't matter if you blow, no, no, no, no
If you could just do him this favor
Although it might involve child labor
He says you don't have to walk a plank
And when his master plan is unfurled, there stands
When the words we use have lost their bite
Songwriter: Andrew Wegman Bird
The game is rigged, go fig your slide show
From Star Search to the Philharmonic
So just don't, don't forget who to thank
We're taking all our myths to the bank
Talent, genius, love even signs of affection
It's a lukewarm liquid diet, they're force feeding
'Cause we're taking our, our myths to the drinking a fifth to the
Deals in commodities of the abstract sort
He floods the market there's no price protection
There's one guy I'd like to thank
Tanked and your flagship sank, so
Buys them in bulk but then he sells it short
We're taking all our myths to the bank, oh no
A handsome bid on the weather systems of the world
He'll get you there with Hooked on Phonics
Join his entourage, give him a foot massage
Publisher: WEGAWAM MUSIC
He signs the checks and leaves them blank, he's the one
In fact it's just the thing, he thinks we're needing