Look at that walking stick
Im just a walking stick
Hes on the ceiling
And Im on the floor
Pick up my walking stick
Im just a walking stick
I dont belong in this house anymore
Than he, than he, than he does he, than he
He must have slipped in
cause he got thirsty
Needed protection from enemies
He saw the light on
Hes here for entertainment
He doesnt know theyre misery
To see, to see, misery to see, to see
Instrumental break with various groans
There goes the walking stick
Back out the front door
He wants to eat
Some bugs in the yard
Am I a walking stick?
Now Im on all-fours
Do I belong here?
Decisions are
So hard, so hard, to make so hard, so hard
Repeat first verse and random choruses to end