Exploding through the roof, from hot eruptions in Volcano,
Retro-rocketing to land down on the floor,
In a shape that’s most peculiar, and a color breathing brilliance,
Looked like a toilet, in vivid pink, but was a door;
Laughter painting pictures, drama drizzling fairy magic,
Hahaha and heeheehee and hohoho,
Wrapped around the throne’s embankment, puking elephants from a bottle,
Or two or three or four or five, she didn’t know;
So here’s to you and here’s to me and here’s to always being happy,
Here’s to fantasy, frivolity, and fun,
Here’s to giggling with excitement, snorting flames of fascination,
Here’s to us, and here’s to truth and being one;
Cowgirl boots with spiked stilettos, Fire burning through your filter,
Green kimono spreading out like angel wings,
Statuesque in superhuman, goddess redefining gorgeous,
So the ballad of our soul forever sings;
But let’s get back into the rose bowl, our ebullient secret passage,
Through which Venus is a swirling flush away,
In the middle of my living room, like the star gate to Atlantis,
When you think you’re going down, you fly away;
Exploding through the roof, from hot eruptions in Volcano,
Retro-rocketing to land down on the floor,
In a shape that’s most peculiar, and a color breathing brilliance,
Looked like a toilet, in vivid pink, but was a door;
Looked like a toilet, in vivid pink, but was a door.
