August 9, 2003


  • It’s cold outside, there’s no kind of atmosphere.
    I’m all alone, more or less.
    Let me fly, far away from here
    Fun Fun Fun, in the Sun Sun Sun.

    I want to lie shipwrecked and comatose,
    drinking fresh mango juice,
    Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes.
    fun fun fun, in the sun sun sun…


    I’m off to the coast…



    smoke me a kipper,
    I’ll be back for breakfast!

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