So the day hits
With a golden daze
A pint of champagne
The worries wash down
They wash down honey
Into a plankton cafe
Where mister so so
Is making a go
To the leather interior
She says be superior
And rubs my nose
Hands me a computer
She lies on a table a tutu
And tells me things to do
To do
Inside an echo chamber
Pass me by she waves
I will
As I take to the sky
And watch flying ducks
Complaining at clouds
Say it loves
Quack!
