I wanted to rock so hard that your brain fell out. But becaue I had a prostetic brain, which fit like a square peg in a round hole, I just went surfing until the penguin talked me in to skinnydipping with FarkleWhich lasted till the ice cream man came by. I would have used my xylophone hands to save people from the volcano, but it was my day off for me to weep as I pleased over my lost monkey, who took a waffle of death when the werewolves collid. It all makes me want to live on the moon, but every inch of my body would miss this day at the ocean, and I could never say goodbye. Anyway, I will just drink a beer and take all I know and travel across the eighth diminsion.
(All music by Logan Whitehurst and the Jr. Science Club. All music snagged from their web-site and mp3.com.)