I was lying in the shade where the dandelions grow And asphalt is hollow and the rocks are broken down and brown A not so popular part of town We'd heard he was witty... We'd seen signs of it all around the city The people said "Doo doo doo doo..." “He's a landscape.” “He's like a ruby lined in gold.” “Yeah, shaped like a cockroach.” "He smells good.”
These notions were hazy Ordinary, a bit lazy I was swinging on a branch outside, catching a ride when my resolve swelled I will find him, I will I have momentum still Then I fell into an anthill And the people said, "Doo doo doo doo..."
They carried me back to my doorstep The sun was in my eyes... But I saw him I saw him a friend, a friend I found in him a friend, a friend And he went by the name of Steve Polyester
He said, “I am a landscape. (YEAH.) I am a ruby lined in gold (YEAH), shaped like a cockroach I smell good.”
He was a landscape Nonetheless, he would escape But, it was for the best This town will never be the same Why'd he have to go? Who is there to blame?
And the people said, "Doo doo doo doo..."
I saw him a friend, a friend In him a friend, a friend
He started walking He went farther than he ought to have gone He went farther and farther Until he was gone
He was a landscape
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