|By: They Might Be Giants|
Starr Hill Music Hall Glazed with alcohol Spun from sugar by woodland creatures You're the pupil, they're the teachers
Gonna pack my rucksack in my backpack And scamper down the train track Sell the house, sell the car, sell the kids
Starr Hill Music Hall Exploding like a basketball Filled with devils from the depths of Hell Hey, what's that smell?
Gonna pack my backpack in my rucksack And scamper down that train track Sell the dog, sell the fish, sell the birds
Woo hoo hoo Woo hoo hoo Woo hoo hoo