King Friday

Thoughts are like cake, birds on a wire

City nightscape, town on fire

Waking up late just to retire

Early each night, town on fire

Hey King Friday, king everything

Hey good looking, what’s your name?

Saw a shotgun start to sing

Hey my spider, my pony, my yellow string

Gotta go home, rolling down the hill

Snow on the sidewalk, taking my fill

Hungry in winter, rolling down the hill

Snow in my sock, taking my fill

Hey King Friday, king everything

Hey good looking, what’s your name?

Saw a shotgun start to sing

Hey my spider, my pony, my yellow string