Of Montreal - The Hopeless Opus or the Great Battle of the Unfriendly Ridiculous lyrics

Let's reminisce of our first dance together Along the ocean floor Your dress was made of egg shells My hair was in a pompadour While we were hunting for the Marshmallow Coast I played a prank that brought shame to one of my colleagues I taught Herr Coushiboe's eyes how to imitate a bog They employed their new talent perhaps too frequently Finding this incarnation preferable They decided to stay that way But then his eyes became ambitious And they started to grow They felt confined as a bog and wanted more recognition They desired to be acknowledged by a map And that is how Coushiboe discovered my gag When he opened up a map and saw his eyes looking back at him