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