the bicycle trip

Lyrics

drift along, hear the gravel crackle, butterflies, shades of the eternal dancer, god has buttered the land with sunlight, sunlight, corn grows high, like a tall watusi, katydid, hums a monotonous tune, rather hypnotically, overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves, singing like me, what a clever bird, even knows the words, but he doesn't seem to see, me, making my great escape, you can just take so much of your own advice, who needs a king, sitting in a tree, so loquaciously, pigeonholing everything, pigeons have a way of taking wing, back again, purple thistles bristle, all around, bane of the eternal dancer, home is just around the bend. the end