I woke up this morning, I fell out of bed
Checked my pulse I wasn't dead
There's a pounding in my head
I think I may have vomited

They took me away last night
Looks like I put up a fight
Now I'm staring at the lights
Why is my skin so white?

I was abducted by a gang of angry mimes
What they did should be a crime
I couldn't see the probe but I felt it enough
But at least they wore gloves

They put me in a box that wasn't there
Made me pretend to climb the stairs
They were all sitting I couldn't see their chairs
And the clothes they made me wear

A little striped shirt, a little black beret
A dopey flower made of papier mache
And they painted a tear drop on my face
Gave me an accordian to play

I was abducted and then tortured and forced to jam
Cajun music by a gang of angry mimes
What they did should be a crime
They didn't say much, they weren't chatty
They poured imaginary tea

I pulled off my escape during the tug of war
I poured mime marbles over the mime floor
Seven mimes went down and then I punched two more
Then I made myself a door

I was abducted and then tortured and forced to jam
Cajun music and then after a breif altercation escaped
From a gang of angry mimes
What they did should be a crime
It took a while to get home again
Because I ran against the wind