Mice from Nonguise by Poo Poo Patrol

The mice in the yard play their games,
Never really knowing what’s extreme about
Mice in the play their games,
Never really knowing whats much extreme about
Anyway they fancy by its all
Not much harder than being a tangerine
Whats clothes when you've got
a piece of bread for a mother
A bread for a mother

I bred your mother to be an ultra warrior
I bred your father to be
Somewhere in the yard
With all the mice
Singing songs of albatross
And little babies made of moss,
And little stinky balls to toss!

The kids in the school wave their flags,
Toes extended to the way to the underground
Front yard games with the windy ones,
Winding up the spine inside the tree inside the trailer park
What say you to my favorite game?
I could always ask another
Always ask another

I asked your mother if you would be around today
I asked your father if he knew where you would be
If it were up to me,
We'd all live inside a tower
And we'd go around each hour
Re-dispersing all the flour.

One step down,
To the mice in the petting zoo
Take this hat take this pill with me
You know it’s gonna fit you too
Big bomb my baby beat
Send her to school without a milky juice
Don't you know she's not doing well?

With the man,
With the man
With the man,
With the man
Your hair,
Your hair
Your hair looks great,
Wont you lick my tasty remains?

• Dreampop
• Experimental
• Folk
• Funk
• Polka
• Pop
• Massachusetts