I headed down to the country store with a head full of bumble bees
Got a date with the magistrate in the garden of the tweedle-dees
I got lost in the candy mart, had to call for a helping hand
Well, there’s a map into my heart and there’s room for another friend
But I see
Ain’t no more room on this boat
And there’s one way to my soul
It’s a long walk back from Buffalo
And it’s hot highs and tricky lows
But there ain’t no time like the present time
I got stuck in the veggie isle, had to hiccup on my Junior Mints
Had to put back the celery and hang on to my government
«Don't believe everything that you read,» said the cover of a magazine
Had to pause while I did the math, had to take a shot of Listerine
Just stop, your boat
Ain’t no more room on this boat
And there’s one way to my soul
It’s a long walk back from Buffalo
And it’s hot highs and tricky lows
But there ain’t no time like the present time
Moving on with my eager eye, make a motion for a summary
I take a look at my brother’s weight and remember life accordingly
I got a pillow for my good side and a little bit of Ambien
I’m gonna sleep on the cozy ride and set the soundtrack to ambient
Just play me or don’t
I got fat to carry this load
And there’s one way to my soul
It’s a long walk back from Buffalo
And it’s hot highs and tricky lows
But there ain’t no time like the present time
Ain’t no time like the present time
Ain’t no time like the present time
Ain’t no time like the present
Ain’t no time like the present time
Ain’t no time like the present time
Ain’t no time like the present
Ain’t no time like the present
Ain’t no time like the present
(Here we go!)
Ain’t no time like the present