Fantasy Factory

There’s a Fantasy Factory in my town. (Fantasy Factory)

Soon there’ll be Fantasy Factory all around.

There’s a smell in the air. It’s an open door.

My child is K-5. My beer K4.

(chorus)

You can’t supply enough.

You can’t supply enough.

Distribution has been tough.

There’s a Fantasy Factory in my mouth. (Open up and say aaaaah!)

The kitty with the pistol leaves little doubt.

It’s a highway to heaven Michael Landon knows.

I’ll be sitting in the clouds writing semi-prose.

You can’t supply enough.

You can’t supply enough.

Distribution has been tough.

There’s a Fantasy Factory in my town.