I’m gonna manage the narwhal

I’m gonna handle the Beast

I’m gonna scowl at the torpid owl

And then call the police

I’m gonna stick to the click track

I’m gonna cling to the walls

I’m gonna gaze at the mayonnaise

And feel nothing at all

I need to be Plumed!

Hand me the ammonia

Plumed!

(classic anhedonia)

Plumed! Plumed! - to the crack of doom -

Bring me the Pleasure Suit and gimme the room

I’m gonna write on the spandrel

I’m gonna wander the streets

I’m gonna tool with the ruling ghoul

Then get something to eat

I take the kids to the dog track

I buy thе lease on the flat

Work out a plan with thе vaccine man

Or something stupid like that

I need to be Plumed!

Bring the pandemonium

Plumed!

Double the opprobrium

Plumed! Plumed! till the crack of doom

Bring me my Special Hat

And gimme the room

I tried to fondle the impulse

And are you not entertained?

I made a mess with the Sorceress

I’d like to do it again

I can’t get into the weeds now

It doesn’t hurt to admit

I got the Wooly and the Bully

(I lean into it fully)

And the Moxie and the Grit…

I need to be Plumed!

Plumed!

Plumed!

KEEP YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT ALL YOU CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT

IT’LL ALL BE ALRIGHT WHEN YOU’RE PLUMED

IT’S INSANELY BRIGHT SUCH IMPOSSIBLE DELIGHTS

IT’S A GLORIOUS SIGHT NOW YOU’RE PLUMED