Richard Swift
Mellow Blue Polka Dot
On a line, don't disturb
It ain't worth a penny's shine
Took a turn for the worse
So absurd to speak up first
Mellow blue polka dots
I forgot to call you up
Sail on son, storm is on
Call me out, press my luck
Go back down
Go back down
Don't touch the ground
Don't touch the ground
Don't touch the ground
Don't touch the ground
Magic hand, magic fool
Are you cool if I split?
I'm not upset it's just a test
Don't adjust your eyes just yet
Stick around, it gets worse
In your shoes, here's your curse