Terror Tale

I'm on a carousel and I'm scared as hell even with a candy covered apple caramel and I'm sitting on this pony that is parralel to an idiotic phoney on a bear with a pelt that's so thick you could never know which scratch came closest to whatever ghost is trapped inside his body his vice is probably to drive home at night in a white Bugatti This is a terror tale about tearing scales off of a trout I'm gonna shout until I scare the whale what I'm a- bout isn't allowed but my hair and nails have been de- vout to the route on a stair with rails He's a clown with clout but I'm afraid it doesn't count he's going to pout until the balance in his bank account sprouts How do you think he'll take it when the crowd doesn't plow the crops his house is on an acreage made of talent my name is Greg Mall-lick