Griffin Buzzell - Swing
How they swing
They jump down with their roller skates
Diagonal lines fade as the monkeys change their
As the monkeys change their minds to figure eights
Their giant eyes destruct my field of view
Tuck in my yellow pants and wait for the cab to deliver my sandwich
And we'll go far away to another day, and we'll live with water balloons in the sand
With questionable sight I think I'll be alright
Now I'll sing a gain with my monkey friends in the rain
My phone will ring
Frequently it seems the operator needs time to think
Oh sometimes we lose so bad
"Your egos!" Through them in the trash
Written by:
Griffin Buzzell
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