Fancy Pants Manifesto

(Sausages are good.

Sausages are good.

We are all sausages.)

(One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.)

Is this my chance, for goodness sake,

To make the point Ive tried to make

For all my lifetime, give or take a year?

And now it comes as no surprise:

The world gets lost, the world gets wise.

So dot your Ts, and cross your Is, my dear.

And its a golden opportunity

To take a stand and claim immunity

Against the threat of more community service.

And you would think that theyd catch on to us.

The odds are stacked and vaguely nocuous.

Together we will make the octopus nervous.

We dont have guns, we dont have knives,

But weve been waiting all our lives.

And wait until the day arrives, we will.

We dont pretend were fighting crime.

We see the world in lemon lime.

The only casualtys the time we kill.

But still, a lot of things are problematical.

There is an urge to wax fanatical,

But we will not fall prey to radicalism.

Well never mind, cause heres another thing.

You wont believe what were discovering,

And you can see it through the hovering prism.

This is the fancy pants manifesto.

This is the fancy pants manifesto.

This is the fancy pants manifesto,

And now you know.

This is the fancy pants manifesto.

This is the fancy pants manifesto.

This is the fancy pants manifesto,

And now you know.