Aching To Pupate Lyrics

Aching To Pupate lyrics

Aching to pupate

Aching to pup-p-p-pate

[repeats 4x]

Pu-pupate, pu pate,

Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate...



I
should peddle butterflies

There's a shortage in the city,

I'll
stand on the street corner

All myserious and giddy,

When the
passers by pass by

I will open up my trenchcoat,

They will see the
butterflies

Dangling like fake rolexes...



Every morning I
wake up

With a purpose and a smirk

I'll put on my fake
moustache

I'll drink heineken eat cornflakes...



Then I'll
call my mum and dad

Tell them that I'm doing fine,

Or I'll write a
tipsy letter

To a real good friend of mine,

Or I'll jump upon the
bed

Waltzing madly with the broomstick

But before I leave the
house

I will paint my lips with lipstick...



But peddling is
a dirty sport

There's competition in the city,

Everyone is on a
street corner

All mysterious and giddy.

Some are selling bags and
shoes,

Some are selling books and gold,

I've been standing here for
days

Not one butterfly's been sold...



And how I'm

Aching to pupate

Aching to pup-p-p-pate

[repeats 4x]

Pu-pu-pate, pupate,

Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.