Penelope, shoot the apple off my head    I need to go to the store to get some sleep   Because I've run out of sleep   The rowboat came so David stopped arguing with a mime   And waved his arms like wheat   But when he tried to speak, the Prince of Plum    Fell through the roof of his mouth    And handed David an envelope    Inside was a letter that read    "Sir, you were given this envelope by mistake    Please disregard it"    Nicolynn, shoot the candle off my head    I need to go to the store to get some beets   To rub all over my feet   Andy's joke reminded Gerard    That his sloth balloon was owned by Turkish moths   Gerard's Lebanese boss had sent him out on business    Giving his word that he would keep it    Looked in the safe but it was all deceit    Because once he had the sloth balloon    He traded it to the moths for a lithograph    Of "Lady Lamenting on a Lawn Chair"   What interested Balabanoba was building    Complicated French machines    Designed to better enjoy the duchess, and she him   He helps her in the stirrups    Then he straps himself in    They spend their days in heights of ecstasy   But wait, why then does she look so sad?    Why is her countenance so glum?    Does she tire of mechanical hands    Or is she pining for the fair Prince of Plum?    Lulubird, shoot the doorbell off my head    I need to go to the store to get some treats   For Gothe, Becket, and Keates   The characters of the Gay Parade    Formed a boys choir with Static and the Red King   But whenever they sing, all postal workers    Simultaneously whisper to themselves the word "calendar"   Calendar