A daydream spills from my ross head,
Breaks free of my rossen neck
Left a nod over rossing waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing Ross
Floating flock of candled Ross
Slowly drifts across wax ponds.

Spencer played along
To marching drums,
And Jon did they have fun
Behind the Ross
They sang (ej?)
So our matching legs
are marching clocks
And we’re all too small
To talk to Ross
Yes, we’re all too smart
To talk to Ross

Toast the fine folks casting silver Ross
To us from the dock
Jinxed Ross ringing as he leak
Though tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it’s time to hatch
Sprouting Jon’s and ageless Ross’s

Oh, you know
Don’t you know?
That those Brendon Urie smiles
Just can’t ripen underwater

Just can’t ripen underwater

Spencer played along
To marching drums,
And Jon did they have fun
Behind the Ross
They sang (ej?)
So our matching legs
are marching clocks
And we’re all too small
To talk to Ross
Yes, we’re all too smart
To talk to Ross
Yes, we’re all too smart
To talk to Ross

Oooo.... EJ!

Ross, Spencer, Brendon an Jon.
Brendon and Jon.
Ross, Spencer, Brendon an Jon.
Brendon and Jon.
Ross, Spencer, Brendon an Jon.
Brendon and Jon.
Ross, Spencer, Brendon an Jon.
Brendon and Jon.

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