Текст песни George Lassoes The Moon

What's to do? Didn't they want to play? Not to fret Wait a while Do it again Glory be! I died and went to France Now I'm climbing carpet walls, For just another chance Not today, Just suck on your plastic spoon Chase the thought that George lassoes the moon It's gonna come round soon And when it does, I'll be falling round the room It's not funny anymore Had enough I'm not laughing anymore Had enough More than this, I'm more than this The more I try, The less it works Enough is enough What's to do? Didn't they want to play? Not to fret, do it again It's gonna come round soon I'll be falling round the room