Grandma Bought a Jetpack for the Lizard Pope

[Verse 1] I woke up in a cereal crime scene, Marshmallow lawmen dancing on the spleen. Toaster’s in love with the library ghost, Serving subpoenas to invisible toast. [Chorus] Oh no, grandma bought a jetpack for the lizard pope! He’s flying through the Vatican, high on cantaloupe! Raining down confetti made of tax returns, Every bingo card ignites, and the moon just turns. [Verse 2] Dr. Umbrella plays bass for the soup, Quoting Hamlet to a portal in the loop. My shoelaces filed for independent thought, Now the couch is suing me for crimes I forgot. [Bridge] We built a house made of unanswered texts, Hired a wombat to sort out the specs. I kissed a mirror just to meet my clone, He said, “Reality left. Please leave a tone.” [Chorus 2] Oh yes! Grandma’s in orbit with the lizard pope! Singing hymns backwards to a cosmic cantaloupe! There’s a dentist in the drumline eating rain, And the saxophone bleeds out marmalade pain. [Breakdown] [Outro] Yell at your furniture—it’s listening now. Microwave the past, recycle the cow. Gravity’s optional after the fifth sneeze, This song is over. Or is it? (Banana keys!)