It's a God-awful small affair,to the girl with the mousy hair,but her mother is
yelling";no";,and her father has told her to go,but her friend is nowhere to be
seen,as she walks through her sunken dream,to the seat with the clearest
view,and she's hooked to the silver screen,but the film is a saddening
bore,'cause she's lived it ten times or more,she could spit in the eyes of
fools,as they ask her to focus on,sailors fighting in a dance hall,oh man!look
at those cavemen go,it's the freakiest show,take a look at the lawman beating
up the wrong guy,oh man!wonder if he'll ever know,he's in the best selling
show,is there life on mars?It's on America's tortured brow,Mickey mouse has
grown up a cow,now the workers have struck for fame,'cause Lennons on sale
again,see the mice in thier million hordes,but to the Ibeza to the Norfolk
broads,rule Britannia is out of bounds,to my mother,my dog,and clouds,But the
film is a saddening bore,'cause I wrote it ten times before,it's about to be

To be continued...