Happiness Is a Worn Pun

Well I'm on the last bus

You look like a murderess

A ba-ba-barbarian

Dyslexic librarian

She looks me in disgust

There's no room for distrust

I'll shake like a Quaker

So see you later



We roar



She think like a preacher

Who doubts her career

Me big in consumer

Me consumed by fear

Dysfunctional sasquatch

In a bowling alley

It's no such heavy

It's funny anyway



We roar



And the sasquatch says



Happiness is a worn pun



We roar