Horse
Red, green, white, orange
I see you, see you're hand drawn.
Rice, beans, sauce, porridge
My sweet tooth, sweet tooth
has gone.
Over rocks and bridges through
bison herds and Disney's tomb
Miles rode.
Thoughts you mumble sparkling new
dancing walks draw closer to
Milo
You're a thriller in the chorus.
"Oooo hoo, Ooo hoo, whoa oh!"
A squirrel in the forrest
How you do you do it?
Don't know
Wear no socks. Keep every tooth.
Do your homework on the roof.
One plus two plus three plus one
Desert documentary on the hills of Brickley
Bright white limestone
I want to go. I want to go to
Octagon, Octagon Two.
Your head is gold. Your hair is bright blue.
I want to go. I want to go too.
You ought to come. You ought to come to
Octagon, Octagon Two.
Your head is gold. Your hair is bright blue.