(DEMO 2003)

(WITH THE BATA BOYS)

Standing on the front porch
Looking over the sea
Waving our magic wands
My little sister and me
Making bubbles fly
Into the bubble sky
Wishing we could fly
Into the bubble sky

It was August and the light was low
Heard a seagull cry and a foghorn blow

Making bubbles fly
Into the bubble sky
Wishing we could fly
Into the bubble sky

Over the beach
Across the green Atlantic we reach

Maybe we’ll make it to Russia
Maybe we’ll make it to China
Maybe we’ll make it to heaven
Or the moon

Making bubbles fly
Into the bubble sky
Wishing we could fly
Into the bubble sky

Over the beach
Across the green Atlantic we reach

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Oh I’ve got a brand new septic system
Oh I’ve got a way to take your sh—
Oh I’ve got a brand new septic system
“Cause I know — you’re full of it

You can pull my chain
Jiggle my love handle
But you cant have my seat
On the porcelain bus
‘Cause it’s my throne
From the Kingdom of Home Depot
And I need to flush

I am overflowing — with joy
Like a kid with a brand new toy

Took the plunge in plumbing
Brought Mr. Hopper home
And dug a brand new leech field of my own

Oh I’ve got a brand new septic system
Oh I’ve got a way to take your sh—
Oh I’ve got a brand new septic system
‘Cause I know — you’re full of it

It’s my Fortress of Solitude
For number one and number two
‘Cause a flush beats a pair
And you can’t follow me in here
Just me and my magazines

Oh I’ve got a brand new septic system
Oh I’ve got a way to take your sh—
Oh I’ve got a brand new septic system
‘Cause I know — you’re full of it

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