Dead Beat Punx Pumpkin Pie
I try to put my life in a bag.
Take the first bus anywhere.
You'll probably see a tear escaping from my eye.
Ah you know where to find me my dear,
In the dungeons of dreadfulness,
Cold and emotionless, watching life pass me by
If I were a fruit I'd be something sour,
You'd still be the apple of my eye.
And if I had a time machine on nuclear power,
Baby you'd still be my pumpkin pie.
I try to put my life in a bag.
Take the first bus anywhere.
You'll probably see a tear escaping from my eye.
If I were a fruit I'd be something sour,
You'd still be the apple of my eye.
And if I had a time machine on nuclear power,
Baby you'd still be my pumpkin pie.
If I were a fruit I'd be something sour,
You'd still be the apple of my eye.
And if I had a time machine on nuclear power,
Baby you'd still be my pumpkin pie.
