Fragmentary March Of Green Lyrics

I am in a cookie jar
Playing on a pebble horn
And waiting for a horse drawn trolley car

I have a very fine job
I count all the frying fish
And make them pay amusements chance
And send their children off to school

You must be good
You must do well
You must be good
You must do well
You must be good
You must do well
Because
Because

He has an ulcer in his brain
From thinking of how to divorce his wife
And send all the children off to camp
He has to drink a lot of milk
And take pills by the pound
He wishes he could see that night
Perhaps the ego's insane

He must succeed
He must do well
He must succeed
He must do well
He must succeed
He must do well
Because Because

You are the emperor's new clothes
And no one knows that you are full of holes
And so is he for keeping you around
I guess we better take him back to the lost and found

I don't care they'll never catch me
I don't care they'll never catch me
Let me be
Let me be
Let me be

I don't play with balloons
Because they always explode
And get gum stuck in my hair

His wife hangs him all the time
And tells her bridge book friends he's weak
His children kick him in the shins
This is his reward for cutting throats

So he'd succeed
And have his own desk
So he'd succeed
And have his desk
So he'd succeed
And have his desk
He was
He was

Insanity
Reality

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