Ut's getting foggy which adds to the spookiness.
It's just the kind of night they would appear.
I hear them coming, the windstorm is drumming,
whipping me into crescendos of fear!
They're gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide.
Why am I here, anyway?
Piping their powers from black basalt towers.
Loom like colossi; I'm under their sway!
Want me to ride it, but I'm undecided.
What if it blows off my skin on the way?
They're gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide.
Why did I even show up?
They're gonna make me ride, I don't feel right inside.
Oh why in God's name did I come to this place anyway?
They're gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide.
Well thank God it's Fridaym, 'cause
They're gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide.
Tomorrow's my day off - hooray!
