Coming down the tracks
Is a thing that resembles a cat
It is shiny and it is black
I can't remember the last time I looked at that
It is time for us to leave
Society has wiped us on its sleeve
Comfort is a thing that we do not believe
Sing with us as we silently grieve
Awkward ho!
It's time to go
We'll stop the remembrance of the Alamo
We'll tell you all the things that you wanted to know
Oh, awkward ho!
Take your parents to the memory zoo
Tell them that they have the memory flu
When we leave they will never have a clue
They will never know what happened to you
We will never come back
Until we can stage an awesome attack
We will have to protect our front and our back
(I don't think we can afford to attack!)