What's to do?
Didn't they want to play?
Not to fret,
Wait a while,
Do it again...
Glory be!
I died and went to France!
Now I'm climbing carpet walls,
For just another chance

Not today,
Just suck on your plastic spoon,
Chase the thought that George lassoes the moon,
It's gonna... come... round... soon,
And when it does I'll be...
falling round the room

It's not funny anymore.
Had enough.
I'm not laughing anymore.
Had enough.

More than this,
I'm more than this
The more I try,
The less it works
Had... Enough...

More than this,
I'm more than this,
Enough is enough
The more I try the less it works,
Enough is enough
More than this,
I'm more than this,
enough is enough
The more I try the less it works
Had... Enough...

What's to do?
Didn't they want to play?
wait awhile, do it again...
It's gonna... come... round... soon...
I'll be falling round the room...