Inanimational items elude I, and   In-an-emotional-motion I swallow my   Motive of quicker location is slammed   my dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin   They call me Dim   I am the Dim Locator   Dim Locator   Loco, lomo, loco, lomo l'wow, wow, wow   (same as above)   intrigueinometry treads on my trail   Entriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost types   Who later are packed in a cast iron trunk   these things have been known, to get out of their wraps   Don't call me Dim   I am the Dim locator   Dim Locator   Loco, lomo......   Fog fished and filtered is filling my case book, of   friends who fall foul of my files trip and breakneck   are stacked in the woodshed for further good use   Theres some certain people who shouldn't start fires   So call me Dim!   I am the Dim Locator!   Dim Locator!   Don't call me Dim!