The man in stripes and gla**es...
The man in stripes and gla**es...
The man in stripes and gla**es shouted
"Where am I?"
Before a giant cartoon magnifying gla** invaded from the sky and made a red and white bespectacled skeleton out of the poor guy
Well, we never got his name
Or a very good look
We collected his remains in a box of books
Well, we took the books out first
Arranged them best to worst
Just as a waste of time
And then we put the bones in alphabetically
Sealed it up hermetically
And never ever spoke of it again
But every single night
We see a red and white bespectacled skeleton
In the corner of our eye
The man in stripes and gla**es
Is dead
Dead
DEAD
(Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.)
Forever