I'm climbing up your old staircase And finding where you're ticklish I clean you out of my fingernails And paw you out of my dish And in the doughy face days end Once I have licked your plate clean You mutter on about infinity I'm gonna show you what it means
Like a pretty girl in a wheelchair That still claims she fell down the stairs But if he touches you again With those grubby little hands I'll have to break them Like some lovely legs in braces With toothy smiley faces So if he gets chopped up to bits It must have been an accident Must be a reason, don't need a reason
'Cause I know where you live And I know where you sleep And from the cradle to the grave Cradle to the grave you'll behave
And when I fall in your Christmas tree The dinner party reveals In me robin egg blue and livery red I hate to spoil your meal But when I stop the good times rolling With my hot breath in your ear You know daddy loves you all so very much yeah But daddy may be going away for a while, my dear
Like a pretty girl in a wheelchair That still claims she fell down the stairs But if he paws on you again With those hungry little hands Might have to bait him Like some gorgeous girl in bedlam There's something you're not saying So won't it feel good to admit This isolated incident Don't need a reason, who needs a reason?
I come home right on time Calmly loosen my necktie We stare at the wall watch We're moving the furniture around I come home first in line Wanna loosen my necktie But it's your world we live in We're moving the furniture around
Spend the next forty years moving the thermostat around.
Compositor: John Ashley Congleton ECAD: Obra #10160848