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---Royal Jelly---
--John C. Reilly--

Mailboxes drip like lampposts
In the twisted birth canal of the coliseum
Rim job fairy teapots mask the temper tantrum
O' say, "Can you see 'em?"Stuffed cabbage is the darling of the Laundromat
'N' the sorority mascot sat with the lumberjack
Pressing, passing, stinging half synthetic fabrications of his timeThe mouse with the overbite
Explained how the rabbits were ensnared
'N' the skinny scanty sylph trashed the apothecary diplomat
Inside the three-eyed monkey within inches of his toaster oven lifeIn my mind, I'm half blind
My inner ref is mostly deaf
I'm smell impaired if you cared
My sense of taste is wasted
On the phosphorescent orange peels
Of San Francisco axe-encrusted frenzySo let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Where the Royal Jelly gets madeColoratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers
Hangers-on and fancy flinger's to the dress ball
Mushrooms and bowling pins
Stove pipe hats and other things I can't recall from Juvenile hallWe're so unlucky and stuff
Woodrow Wilson never had it so tough
Dairy Queen and Vaseline and Maybelline
Paul Bunyan and James DeanAllegory agencies of pre-Raphaelite paganry
And Shenandoah tapestries compared with good mahogany
Collapsing the undying postcard romanceWith feline perspicacity by the university
That night I held a paucity
Which you deemed common courtesy
I wasn't what you thought I'd be
I shouldn't have invited you to danceIn my tree I'm halfway free
And in my chair one quarter there
In my dream one-sixteenth cream
In the coffee of the courtier
Of the sycophant assistant to the kingSo let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Where the Royal Jelly gets made
You're a liar