Who could hang a dead man's swing-set from the moon yeah
Who can say goodbye with a yodel-ay-hee-hoo yeah That the dead are now magicians
This hymn rings with the singing of three cheers For the king of the jungle gym He's the kid who swore it is a one handshake A birthday cake imitation
You make traffic jams feel like parades You bury the dead with the faith That makes lightning bugs swarm
Who could change your silly life into a screaming supernova
Who could change my sleepy brain into the eye of a hurricane