Lyrics

Another Avatar got sucked into a jet engine today,
As he attempted to ascend to the heavens
It appears gods don’t make it very long
Here on Mulberry street

Guess he’s not coming home for Ice cream

The llama tried to jump over the moon,
Filled with great bovine envy
He suffocated once he left the atmosphere,
And then burned up on re-entry

Guess he’s not coming home for Ice cream

This is the place where I write the chorus
Filled with profundity, inquisition, and a load of nifty rhyming words
About how i’ve found some great transcendence Train
Pulled by 8 tiny reindeer
The youngest one in curls

Now its time for the obligatory second verse
That generally reiterates the first
No i’ve not forsaken the prize or turned my face from the future
It’s just that I realize I’m growing in an Image right here and now

I’m still waiting for my ice cream

This is the place where I repeat the chorus
Filled with the profundity, inquisition, and a load of nifty rhyming words
Maybe I will sing it with increasing angst and trial
And over different chords

Maybe i'll throw in an interjecting thought
That throws a cryptic thought into the process
Or maybe I will just put in a solo that reflects my struggle

So I repeat the chorus
Filled with all my words
Maybe you can hum along
While Miss Muffet eats her curds

Yet, in truth, I am just still waiting for my ice cream