I was working all night in my office when a man I had recently killed called me up from a phone near my building so I looked out the window at him. He had the same obsequious manner that was the reason I had him killed.
I may have sang him a song at that point.
Yeah…I hate when that happens.
Turn around, bright eyes.
Don Henley told me don’t look back, you can never look back.
Come on, Mony.
How can I be sure - by the Young Rascals
Well I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground, asked him which was the way back home.
He said take a right at the light, keep going straight until night, and then boy you’re on your own
I was out by myself in the graveyard. I was doing an interpretive dance.
Yay! Was beginning to think I was the only one.
I, on the other hand, jumped down, turned around, picked a bale of cotton. I did it on a daily basis until I got my dream job of being the tally man for a banana plantation. It was a night job and when daylight came, me wanted to go home.
We were waving our arms out the window of a fast-moving passenger train, acting in an irresponsible fashion, when the engineer, whose back had been turned, and who we thought would find us highly amusing, quickly swiveled his head around, and his face, which was a paper-white mask of evil, sang us a song that may have somewhat resembled the song sung by the OP.
Has anyone seen my skull? I think I left it laying on the ground…
I unsnapped your skull cap and in between your ears I saw a gap, so I figure you’ll be all right.
When I felt something heavy and pointed, strike me in the back of the head.
Did the ghost of your dance instructor then push you down into an open grave?
Did you hear the beating of his hideous heart?
Did it catch on in a flash?
It was a graveyard smash!
This pretty much completely misses the thing here that can be found, but I like it nonetheless.
Yeah, I think I missed it, too, but what the hell, might as well run with it and have some fun. Does anybody care to explain what we’re really doing here?