|By: They Might Be Giants|
Starr Hill Music Hall Glazed with alcohol Spun from sugar by woodland creatures You're the pupils, they're the teachers
Gonna pack my rucksack in my backpack And scamper down the train track Sell the car, sell the house, sell the kids
Starr Hill Music Hall Exploded 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 the train track Sell the dog, sell the fish, sell the birds
Hoo hoo hoo Hoo hoo hoo Hoo hoo hoo