Aching To Pupate

[Chorus:]
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate [x4]
Pu-pupate, pu pate
Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate.

[Verse:]
I should peddle butterflies
There's a shortage in the city
I'll stand on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy
When the passers-by pass by
I will open up my trenchcoat
They will see the butterflies
Dangling like fake rolexes
Every morning i'll wake up
With a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on my fake moustache
I'll drink heineken, eat cornflakes
Then i'll call my mom and dad
Tell them that I'm doing fine
Or i'll write a tipsy letter
To a real good friend of mine
Or i'll jump up on the bed
Waltzing madly with the broomstick
But before I leave the house
I will fill my lips with lipstick
But peddling is a dirty sport
There's competition in the city
Everyone is on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy
Some are selling bags and shoes
Some are selling books and gold
I've been standing here for days
Not one butterfly's been sold.

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