I went dancing
On campus
With a
Hippopotamus
Can’t imagine what the DJ
Must have thought of us
We pretended to be famous
To impress imperfect strangers
Or maybe just for the
Drinks
The strangers bought for us

Chorus:
Get your kicks blurred
That’s what we’re here for

I went dancing
On campus
With a
Platypus
Not sure how the doorman
Hadn’t heard of us
Against my advice
We paid full cover price
But the dance floor did
Deeelight and inspire us

(Chorus)

I went dancing
On campus
With an
Anklyosaurus
The dance floor couldn’t hold
Too many more more of us
My baby moved
In a groove
Old as rocks
Worn down smooth

She’s somewhere adrift
Where the darkness don’t lift
At the end of her shift

This isn’t working
This isn’t working for her
She deserves a life
Of her own

This isn’t working
This isn’t working no more
Admit you two
Are through.

She’s runnning so swift
Through puddles and mist
In a furious fit

Oh, she’s fixing to go
While dancing with you slow
Too scared to say so

She isn’t working
At the same place anymore
She blocked you online
But you’re fine
Eating alone in the dark
Is just fine 

These days
Everything you say
Seems crafted and intended
To put me on my way

(Chorus)
Oh, Mr. Pop Star,
What shall we do?
You and I, we might be through.

I liked your old stuff
The queer perspective
But then you wrecked it
With the ‘us and them’ invective

(Repeat chorus)

I only saw love
When you sang about hands in gloves
But now in hind sight
You never denied it
You think the color of our skin is
reason enough for a riot

Where do I start
Mr. Pop Star?
If fame made you who you are
Did me being a fan
Play a teensy tiny part?

(Repeat chorus)

These days
If you believe what you say
Then it’s okay, Mr. Pop Star
But I’ll be on my way
And into a better day. 

Most ghosts aren’t scary
Most ghosts are cool
Most ghosts have grown up a lot
Since leaving grade school

Most ghosts at a roast
Toast each other with spirits
I hear it’s an
Existential
Out of body experience

Most ghosts aren’t spooky
Most ghosts are fun
Most ghosts know what it’s like
To always be shunned

Most ghosts are my friends
My friends all are ghosts
The ones who aren’t with me
Are the ones I hold close