Is this my chance, for goodness sake,
To make the point I've tried to make
For all my lifetime, give or take a year?
And now it comes as no surprise:
The world gets lost, the world gets wise
So dot your T's, and cross your I's, my dear
And it's a golden opportunity
To take a stand and claim immunity
Against the threat of more community service
And you would think that they'd catch on to us
The odds are stacked and vaguely nocuous
Together we will make the Octopus nervous
We don't have guns, we don't have knives,
But we've been waiting all our lives
And wait until the day arrives we will
We don't pretend we're fighting crime
We see the world in lemon lime
The only casualty's the time we kill
But still, a lot of things are problematical
There is an urge to wax fanatical,
But we will not fall prey to radicalism
Well never mind, 'cause here's another thing
You won't believe what we're discovering
And you can see it through the hovering prism
This is the fancy pants manifesto
This is the fancy pants manifesto
This is the fancy pants manifesto,
And now you know