Bounceyard Tour

Take take take take take the toll

You gotta stake both poles to make the hole

You gotta stew your stoop before you through your loop

You gotta sell your tooth so you can tell a lie

Take take take take take the toll

You gotta bake a couple coals before you're cakeable

You gotta go and get caught with a trick in your hand

Because the sweetest treat of all is tilling soil after self foiling

Plan A-I-R-P-OR-T

IRA plan 'cause I'm investing in me

But the bestest lesson of 'vestin's

Slicked up greasy gears won't stick to the

Plan B-O-U-N-C-Y

Oh I never see a you when I am rowing sea of why

But, oh, how my sailing days are days of behind

'Cause I look forward

And the four word looking back are

End of the

Winding cables

Winding cable get

Wounded cables wind up winding down

And out of stock

And then the vending stops

Which sends my sputter thunker spiraling my compass spunning

Round the your

Bounceyard tour

The perforated ground is eighted

Paved and gated

Runway to railway

Round the face

Grounds I 'scape

My roots are mine to slate

I'm pruning

I'm pursing

I sew concertain

Don't forget to watch your step

Or slip in a plethorow a fit of regret

Spring fall

Ice cream at the mall

I see all my best friends

How come they're always calling me

Runty dunce

A du-du-du-du-du dumb

Donkey dunce

Who sucked up all the fun

And now it's mine alone

No contacts in my phone

Even call to see

A little runt dunce named

I don't want to bounded to bouncy

I don't want to grounded to groundy

I don't want to unlearn the not me

I don't want to concern for my body