Colors and shapes Fly into my brain If I cannot stop Then how do I explain?
The blobs of flesh are bound They want to go and dance around All of the shapes have been found We're a big family
Boohbah Boohbah You made no sense to my tiny child brain Maybe you're the reason why I am insane
All the children gather Form a piece of matter Look into the present now Enter the grass field somehow
It's a hot dog, it's a pile of balls It's a skateboard, welcome to your new home It's a jump rope, it's Grandma's rocket ship It's a warp core, for all the Boohbahs to dip
Wake up and fly out of their cryo-pods Perhaps a cult made to die, held up with wire rods
Boohbah Boohbah You made no sense to my tiny child brain Maybe you're the reason why I am insane
