ziegfried humperdinck's theme party

there's a spring in my step - i don't think that it's mine

there's notes on my pad, a quake in my spine

don't ask how they got there - i don't think they're mine

quiver, yeah i feel fine, really

yes i feel fine, shudder, really but

where were you when my whole body ached?

where were you when madness was a headdress

stapled to my temples, soul sickness

expressed in mad hat choice, like

there’s gotta be something wrong

and if you look too long you’ll catch it too

well i feel fine, but feel free to stay over there

if i'm scaring you, didn't mean to, sorry

every day's been garbage day since

i don't know when

but maybe i didn't throw out my brain

like i thought, looks like

there's something at the back of the fridge

the hairy jar of juice on the bottom rack

there’s beans in my dip, there’s a spring in my step

there’s spunk on my shirt - i don’t think that it’s mine

it’s awareness week

at the awareness fair

i'm hawking my wares

it’s awareness with flair

it’s awareness awareness week, are you aware?

and it’s a baseball cap, not a thought shield

and it makes me look less gay, i’m straight by the way

but i’m trying not to let it get to my head

now self awareness sold out

and that’s just as well

cause there’s other things you ought to try

there's this theme, there's this party

but it's sad to think that it might have been nothing but

an old time caffeine rush, those childhood riffs

when i spun straw into gold, grooved on gray skies

when the world didn't see things my way

and people were cross and country was friendly

it's sad to think it was only the candybar

i'd eaten and forgotten

back when a snickers cost eighty five cents

and choco wasn't drugs

well the drugs stopped working

and the magic isn't real

tarot says i've still got the power to heal

but i'll die before finishing med school