I was dreaming one morning
About the great sunrise.
The sun was so great
It nearly took both of my eyes.
And I let it, now they’re floating on their own behind my view.
And I’ll never get them back.
It’s just another sign of that.
Tootsie pop or roll invasion keeps on,
Coming on through!
The signs they proclaim
Value not the price,
But the checkout lines remain
Buried under rice.
And 6 feet of torkuns, and bin-bots, and Elmers’s glue.
I don’t need to resurface
It’s just another circus for that.
Tootsie pop or roll invasion keeps on,
Coming on through!
I was clearing out my pack
Of all of its knicks and knacks
When something kissed my hand
It was sticky, sweet, and black.
Now I’m licking my fingers,
Your body is a trash can too.
I never wanted a mess
I only wanted the best
So, I better stay blessed.
When that Tootsie pop or roll invasion keeps on,
Coming on through!
Well, I tried to be progressive
I tried to drink the tea
But I ended up awake
While everyone was still asleep.
I was thinking strange thoughts
Like how 1+1=2.
When everything is covered,
Everything looks like mother.
Just another sign of that
tootsie pop or roll invasion keeps on,
Coming on through!
Just another sign of that
Tootsie Pop or Roll invasion keeps on,
keeps on, keeps on, keeps on!
Coming on through.
Imma sure enjoy it while I can oh wee!
I don’t even have to wait for Halloween.