Hot Breakfast - The Garden Of Bad Metaphors Lyrics
In the garden of bad metaphorsWe are pandas marching off to warWe are dragons on an ironing boardWe are fish in pantsAnd the dandelions are fighter jetsAnd the serving boys are marmosetsAnd the vegetables are Chia PetsAs we start to danceIn the garden…in the gardenOn the island of bad similesWe will walk like dogs in dungareesWe will sing like Persian chimpanzeesAs we purr like sheepWe’ll be squeaky as a rocking chairAs fragrant as long underwearAs radiant as Sonny and CherAs we drift to sleepOn the island…on the islandAnd oh…the pond of bad allegoryReminds me of the storyOf two spoons and a cowThe first spoon wanted milk, you seeThe cow responded “not from me”The other spoon requested teaAnd thus they learned equalityAnd then they took a bow…Just like we’ll do right now…(but the song’s not done)And now, Matthew will take you on a mystical journey......to the sea of bad internal rhymesIn the sea of bad internal rhymesThere are chimes full of limes perpetrating crimesSometimes stealing dimes from the happy primes(That’s a real thing)We will fly on pie and toasted ryeWith a guy and his tie and his lazy eyeWaving bye with a sigh playing jai alaiAs we start to singAnd we hope you’ll sing alongIn the album of bad songs
