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It was not because he was ill
That he choose to take a pill
He thought it would give him a kick
And it actually did the trick
He felt that he was able to fly
Soar like an eagle way up high
Clouds made of marshmallow
Far too big for him to swallow
Distant music playing A cappella
His parachute was just an umbrella
Chitty chitty bang bang by his side
Mary popping’s is along for the ride
He's floating on air lost in space
No longer a part of the human race
Now he actually, really does feel ill
His body crying out for a pill
He thought he had find ecstasy
Sadly, all that he found was misery
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Written by Jon Fisher


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