So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
Fell to a cheap crowd
His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
And became as mad as rabbits
Who could ask for anymore?
With bushels of bad habits
And at the end was a dog called Bambi
And became as mad as rabbits
Briefcase in hand
Who was chewing on his parliaments
He checked in to learn his clothes
With bushels of bad habits
Can't get enough trash
Yeah, who could have more
Became as mad as rabbits
He took the days for pageant
Who could ask for anymore?
He took the days for pageant
The stove is creeping up his spine again
When he tried to save the calendar business
Well, but there ain't no sunshine in his song
You know that Paul Cates
He took the days for pageant
Had been thieved at the train station
We must reinvent love, reinvent love, reinvent love
The rope hung his other branch
Preached the devil in the belfry
He tried to save the calendar business
Yeah, who could have more
And now he drags down miles in America
You know we live in a toy
Who could ask for anymore?
Bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army
Don't you remember when I was a bird
And you were a map?
The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
With bushels of bad habits
Who could have more
