Superabound

You heard the sun today, there she blows, there she blows You saw the wind are shining, you don't know, you don't know You felt a tree that does fall, you don't know, that's okay You don't have much taste for bouquet I'm bored with the valleys and bored with the peaks So I bought a ticket to the freaks, I saw a chicken with two heads Saw something else that was headless, then P.T. said see the egress 'Cause you move when the salesman speaks I superabound, but I still got nothing to do A space is made by telephone, they thought time would be overthrown And they compiled a wish list, from Mars duels to a dish kissed I tried to talk to the ishist, but he was debating with his clone I superabound, but I still got nothing to do Well, they thought it was a coup, but they still got nothing to do You must see my domicile, I had it built in decastyle The other day at the potlatch, come visiting was a sasquatch He said although I'm a mismatch, or could I stay just for a while? 'Cause the likes of us are few, yeah, and we still got nothing to do I superabound, but I still got nothing to do