around, around, around

tonite, the tuna ham (tune-a-ham) radios

are jellyfish shock buzzing in the proud

raised hands of little children

lucid unslept hours i can crawl a-howling through the foreign lakes of moon shined mollusks where those little yellow butterflies deserted when the sun gone down 

but nows no time for no circuses you says

and i know it sure as you but i say think

somehow those flies keep my feet bov the ground

come early when the silver of nitetime beget a new pink dawn those locusts gonna stop singing 
and ill have nowhere to go but around,

around, around