Look at that walking stick   I'm just a walking stick   He's on the ceiling   And I'm on the floor   Pick up my walking stick   I'm just a walking stick   I don't belong in this house anymore   Than he, than he, than he does he, than he      He must have slipped in   'cause he got thirsty   Needed protection from enemies   He saw the light on   He's here for entertainment   He doesn't know they're misery   To see, to see, misery to see, to see         Instrumental break with various groans         There goes the walking stick   Back out the front door   He wants to eat   Some bugs in the yard   Am I a walking stick?    Now I'm on all-fours   Do I belong here?    Decisions are   So hard, so hard, to make so hard, so hard         Repeat first verse and random choruses to end