Walkin on Air
Free Choice to Choose
Willy nilly namby pamby
what a load of bunk,
since when do we hold court?
Godzilla in love with Bambi,
Mozart plunks his funk,
three little pigs will snort!
Get it on now, make up your mind:
decide where to go,
stop looking at the map!
Make the choice or remain purblind:
your guff you can stow,
am sick of all the flap.
You say you don't know how to choose,
cannot take the step;
that's why you're copping out:
watch dancing natives in muumuus
so I gotta schlep
in spite of whopping gout.
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