"Well, hello, everybody." "This song's about... well, see... I was out on my own, tryin' to find myself, and..." "I guess I must've had a few too many apple ciders on a Saturday night, and, well... this was Sunday Morning at the Petting Zoo..." [Verse 1] Morning light, the straw is coarse, The fuck am I? Some kind of horse? And I can hear a bleating choir start to sing. There’s a lamb upon my shoulder, A piglet by my knee, I can’t remember a single goddamn thing. [Chorus] Oh, Zeb, my boy, what did you do? (what did you do?) You’re waking up inside the zoo, (the petting zoo) With nothing but a hangover and hay stuck to your stripes. (your naked stripes) Did you lose your pants to friendship, Or to something worse than sin? Can’t remember where you've been but your breath's so ripe. (so fuckin' ripe) [Verse 2] There’s a bucket tipped beside the fence, A rooster looks at me, intense, Like he’s guarding some great secret of the farm. Ask the llama if we were close, He only chews and spits, And I’m praying I did no one any harm. [Chorus] Oh, Zeb, my boy, what did you do? (what did you do?) You’re naked at the petting zoo, (the petting zoo) And every gentle creature seems to know your face. (your drunken face) Was it whiskey, was it wonder, Was it joy or was it scandal? Either way, you’d probably best be on your way. (just get away) [Bridge] Maybe I was lonely, Maybe I was free, Maybe every pen and paddock Looks like home to me. There’s comfort in confusion, And mercy in the dew, When you wake and find the animals Are just as lost as you. [Chorus] Oh, Zeb, my boy, what did you do? (what did you do?) You're naked and you don't have a clue, (no fucking clue) There's a hint of manure and the faintest wildflowers, (the shit and flowers) Were there fingers scritchin' your stripes? Eatin' oats outta someone's palm? Whatever, but you sure do need a fuckin' shower. [Final Chorus] Oh, Zeb, my boy, what did you do? (what did you do?) You’re naked and the sky is blue, (it's denim blue) And the laughter of the llama feels almost kind. (like he read your mind) If last night was a fable, Let it stay half-true, And leave regrets and questions all behind. (you disgusting equine) [Outro] A goat farts behind me... And then I, too, am in the wind. "Th-Thank you. Heh heh."
