Mr. #1

Dumb days are flying over look at them pass But we file ourselves in a line As if we've nothing but time Buckle up we're goin nowhere and going there fast But their faces strapped with a screen They juggle ends and their means The world is what you make it when it can't be seen You're not helping your plastic's melting All around my lawn Children sang but the octaves clang For mister number one Those tiny little hands can't grip on a clue But his buses filling in droves They keep their eye on their clones I got twenty three examples of what's it to you And their faces strapped with a tie Don't flinch don't blink when they lie Gonna need a bar of soap for the Fourth of July You're not helping your plastic's melting All around my lawn Children sang but the octaves clang For mister number one