Monkberry Moon Delight
So I sat in the attic,A piano at my nose,And the wind played a dreadful cantata.Sore was I from the crack of an enemy's hose,And the horrible sound of tomato.
Ketchup (ketchup)Soup and puree (Soup and puree),Don't get left behind (get left behind)...
When a rattle of rats had awoken,The sinews, the nerves and the veins.My piano was boldly outspoken,in attempts to repeat its refrain.
So I stood with a knot in my stomach,And I gazed at that terrible sightOf two youngsters concealed in a barrel,Sucking monkberry moon delight.
Monkberry moon delight,Monkberry moon delight.
Well, I know my banana is older than the rest,And my hair is a tangled beretta.When I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest,And I don't get the gist of your letter.
Catch up! (catch up),Cats and kittens (cats and kittens),Don't get left behind (get left behind)...
Monkberry moon delight...Monkberry moon delight...