Sammy

Memories in now flexing tones in my retina
The sound of sweat slipping off the back of your leffa nut
Reminds me of the days when eatin' lunch with ol' Sammy
I would drink apple juice and he would eat salammie
Um, on Wonder Bread I think with the crust cut off
At the corner of Magill and McLoughlen Street
I would be seated, he would be my spectacle
He may have been a bum but still Sammy was respectable
Telling me stories about the things that he done
Kickin' verbs from a past that was over and gone
Was the way Sammy liked to spend his day
And if he was alive still, this is what he'd say

It's strange
Lord, it's strange
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits runnin' in a ditch
Woah no
Must be the season of the witch, yeah yeah
Must be the season of the witch

Surprising it may sound to the orbs of the nebula
But Sammy had a theory that his atoms were irregular
Twisted maybe, bunny crazy in a petri dish
Neurological schemes inside the minds of a scientist
Molding forms eatin' worms
Sammy told me he's immune to germs
And that monkeys eyes scare him when he's at the zoo
'Cause monkeys see what you eat
And monkeys see what you didn't do
Or what you did, and Sammy wasn't kiddin'
He told me all about the treasures and where they're hidden
And I'm-a go diggin' on a Saturday
And if he was alive still, this is what he'd say

It's strange
Lord, it's strange
You've got to pick up every stitch (sing it again now)
You've got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits runnin' in a ditch
Woah no (woah no)
Must be the season of the witch, yeah yeah
Must be the season of the witch

Sammy told me that in the end we are infinite
We owe the birds a bee and to the bees we are indebted
That history is set by old llamas who were setted
In the past were created from the Castor Oil
Said to follow all my leads 'til I collect the spoils
And conversate with trees 'cause they bark is truly loyal
Like a dog with three legs swimmin' in the ocean
I wish this was my wisdom but it's Sammy that I'm quotin'
Cuz his knowledge was profound in a world full of glitches
And Sammy been around since the season of the witches
Dropping knowledge on my memory that won't fade away
And if he was alive still, this is what he'd say

It's strange
Lord, it's strange
You've got to pick up every stitch (yeah pick 'em all up now)
You've got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits runnin' in a ditch
Wa-wa-wa-woah no (woah no)
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, y'all

Peace, Sammy