I woke up this morning, I fell out of bed
checked my pulse I wasnt dead
there's a pounding in my head
I think I may have vomited
They took me away last night
looks like I put up a fight
now I'm staring at the lights
why is my skin so white?
I was abducted by a gang of angry mimes
what they did should be a crime
I couldnt see the probe but I felt it enough
but at least they wore gloves
They put me in a box that wasn't there
made me pretend to climb the stairs
they were all sitting I couldn't see their chairs
and the clothes they made me wear
A little striped shirt, a little black beret
a dopey flower made of papier mache
and they painted a tear drop on my face
gave me an accordian to play
I was abducted and then tortured and forced to jam
cajun music by a gang of angry mimes
what they did should be a crime
they didn't say much, they weren't chatty
they poured imaginary tea
I pulled off my escape during the tug of war
I poured mime marbles over the mime floor
seven mimes went down and then I punched two more
then I made myself a door
I was abducted and then tortured and forced to jam
Cajun music and then after a breif altercation escaped
from a gang of angry mimes
what they did should be a crime
it took a while to get home again
because I ran against the wind
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