Last time I was walking by your
house
I saw a stranger in the window
looking out.
And I waved in a shy kind of
reserved way
and he did not wave back.
And I realized that it was not your house at
all.
One time when I was in the bath
all my fears started to drown me.
So I
quickly let the water out.
I quickly jumped
up and ran about the house
with no clothes
on.
Drippin' wet.
Scared to death.
This was it.
This was the end.
So I
called up a friend on the phone
and she
said
"Come on over. Got some hamburger
helper.
Got some leafy whole wheat
bread.
Got some good wine to drink.
Got some video tapes that don't exactly say
much of anything."
When the volcano erupted
our conversation was quickly
interrupted.
And you ubruptly jumped up
and ran to the car.
Screeched out of the
driveway.
Left me standing in the lava.
What could I say?
What could I say?
Victim of a volcano.
Burn me down.
Burn me down.
Melt me to the ground.
Well that's what you get for living next to a
volcano
that could go off and spill all
over.