When inspiration's flown away And I've got nowhere to go If I try to think too deep and lose My shovel it gets me out of a hole Red and yellow apple corner Rainbows hang from the door Mr. Happy studies cymbals as if They mean something more Digging down to bedrock ampeggy Singing bass to the twin The multi-colored stars make it Hard to tell where the sky stops And the ceiling begins It's quite a view from under Panorama avenue Every afternoon... In the lion's den Can't exterminate the influential Insects walking on the wall, lock The door or the hooper lane gang Will be the death of us all. Spaceface catface sticking out his Tongue got stars in his eyes, Lenny and Bill just materialized Right before our eyes Our favorite wise guys bearing Triple gifts of pizza pie Taunt and criticize.... In the lion's den
Maybe someday we'll move out From underneath the pride Get to play outside.... The lion's den
