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Written by
Vincent Gates, Michael McKinnon, Kate Vargas

Lyrics

There’s a beetle on a bike and it’s got no chance in hell
Got my straightjacket on and I’m picking up a burning smell
Got a seeing eyeball and a cauldron of gasoline
It seems I have discovered something like a buzzard sitting where my head should be

AAaaaaahhh

Small puppet figures as white as cocaine screaming whispers in your ear
Doesn’t it sound like you’re sure to have fun?
In the world of the crazy there’s nowhere to run

Ohhh, come join the show

These oversized insects find their way under my skin
but they say they won’t bite so I guess I’ll just let them in
I know you’re not real but mmm you’re a good-looking boy
Wrapping you in paper, saving you for later, sure to be my favorite toy

Aaaaaaaaahhhh

Small puppet figures as white as cocaine screaming whispers in your ear
Doesn’t it sound like you’re sure to have fun?
In the world of the crazy there’s nowhere to run

Hallucinations are marvelous things
They dance and they prance, oh how pretty they sing! The price of admission? Just half of your mind.
It’s only a piece, I’m sure you’ll be fine

Small puppet figures as white as cocaine screaming whispers in my ear
Turns out you're right, it really is fun
In the world of the crazy there’s nowhere to run

Come join the show