sometimes i feel floppy
sometimes i do sag
sometimes i put my head in a box
sometimes i put it in a bag
i don't like the human race
or the world that it has made
i want to find a desert island
and lie in the palm tree shade
let the coconuts fall on my head
and pound it into mush
and lie there drooling in the sand
in the glowing sunset hush
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