Fragmentary March of Green

Lyrics for Fragmentary March of Green

I am in a cookie jar Playing on a pebble horn And waiting for a horse drawn trolley car I have a very fine job I count all the frying fish And make them pat amusements chance And send their children off to school You must do good You must do well You must do good You must do well You must do good You must do well Because because You are the emperor's new cloths And no one knows that you are full of holes And so is he for keeping you around I guess we better take him back to the lost and found I don't care they'll never catch me I don't care they'll never catch me Let me be let me be let me be I don't play with balloons Because they always explode And get gum stuck in my hair His wife hangs him all the time And tells her bridge book friends he's weak His children kick him in the shins This is his reward for cutting throats So he'd succeed and have his own desk So he'd succeed and have his desk So he'd succeed and have his desk He was he was Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality Insanity Reality