Jet around peace signs.
Metal crown -- reach mine.
Pedal down declines.
Settle down -- peak vibes.

Not punched-up, not punched-out,
the sun's up, some autrement.
Not washed-up, not washed-out,
we're washed up on waterfronts.

Nothing different this rodomontade did,
so do me a platonic solid. (eyyyyy)
Want the smoke, not a forest fire.
Call it Snow White, 'cause we dwarf it when the pulpit is higher.
Pry apart the pyre-watch a moment --
a panic-promoter 'plosive to showboat.
It's a road to insanity -- motive is loco.

Jet around peace signs.
Metal crown -- reach mine.
Pedal down declines.
Settle down -- peak vibes.

Jet around peace signs.
Metal crown -- reach mine.
Pedal down declines.
Settle down -- peak vibes.
Jet around peace signs.
Metal crown -- reach mine.
Pedal down declines.
Settle down -- peak vibes.

Time to clean house, ladies and germs.
Sure it seems sound -- sated the words --
but "tempus fugit" barely moves it
when it's fated to burn:
An Olympic run-on sentence,
vindication for Earth.

So I, so I rub-a-dub with pluffaduff bumpin' from my tub,
needin' none of the bleedin' rumpus to punk us
or bum us from bein' flamin' suns or
claimin' we need deets when we see friends:
Paid for the whole seat, but only need the edge.

Jet around peace signs.
Metal crown -- reach mine.
Pedal down declines.
Settle down -- peak vibes.

Baring the fun of
the apparatus:
Paradeigmata
in fontanel's strata --
back up, back up!

You're setting goals that your true friends have.
There's plenty souls that would be dispatched --
they're on patrol for a fool that asks:
How many holes does a human have?

Jet around peace signs.
Metal crown -- reach mine.
Pedal down declines.
Settle down -- peak vibes.
Settle down -- peak vibes.
Settle down -- peak vibes.
Settle down -- peak vibes.
Settle down -- peak vibes.