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

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find