Space and time, well they have to align
For the Great Sinvaine
Aw yeah
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
I lost my job
To a postman in the mob
When they found me
I was almost first class mail
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
I lost my girl
She was the best cat in the world
Eating chipmunks
Leaving only paws and tail
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
I lost my keys
It had nothing to do with me
Well I dropped them
On the subway train at night
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
I lent my knife
To a cousin of my third wife
He just happened
To work for TSA
Space and time, well they have to align
For the Great Sinvaine
I've been told
That you're getting cold
Well here's my coat
Now tie this rope
I've been told
That you're getting cold
Well here's my coat
Now tie this rope
Around your
Neck
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
