" we ain't in Kansas no more"
I knew something wasn't the same
twisting my senses
bending my best pair of mirrored shades
last thing I did
was suck a lip full of sweet tea
and poof I was gone
leastwise it seem that way to me
Looked down and thought I'd shit
solid gold bricks
enough to make a fair sized road
and me with no pockets and my sandals full of holes
Then there's that stiff fellow with the wicked axe
wanting me to oil his joints
but I left my machine in another dream
down some dusty corridor of somebody else mind
Next thing I know there's a scarecrow
straw sticking out his country ass blue coveralls
and me with no matchbook
what's the odds in that
Just when I thought things were getting straight
out jumps a lion with a yellow streak in his mane
so I flipped him a bird for good measure
in my best imitation James Dean
Then some witch on a broom stick
starts hollering "I'll get you my preeetttty"
a woman whose nose only a mother could love
bet she can't make a turn without shearing some serious wind
So here I sit on a ton of gold bricks
with three bozos who aren't really clowns
dive bombed by some ugly witch on a two tone broom
I know we ain't in kansas no more
and me with no dog named ToTo
© 2002 Mac (R. D. McManes)
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