George Lassoes The Moon

What’s to do? Didn’t they want to play?
Not to fret, wait a while, do it again
Glory be! I died and went to France
Now I’m climbing carpet walls, for just another chance
Not today, just suck on your plastic spoon
Chase the fucker, George lassoe the moon
It’s gonna come 'round soon
And when it does, I’ll be falling 'round the room
(It's not funny anymore)
(Had enough)
(I'm not laughing anymore)
(Had enough)
(It's not funny anymore) More than this, I’m more than this
(Had enough)
(I'm not laughing anymore) The more I try, the less it works
Had enough
(It's not funny anymore) More than this, I’m more than this
(Had enough) Enough is enough
(I'm not laughing anymore) The more I try, the less it works
(Had enough) Enough is enough
(It's not funny anymore) More than this, I’m more than this
(Had enough) Enough is enough
(I'm not laughing anymore) The more I try, the less it works
Had enough
Had enough
(It's not funny anymore) More than this, I’m more than this
(Had enough) Enough is enough
(I'm not laughing anymore) The more I try, the less it works
(Had enough) Enough is enough
(It's not funny anymore) More than this, I’m more than this
(Had enough) Enough is enough
(I'm not laughing anymore) The more I try, the less it works
Had enough
What’s to do? Didn’t they want to play?
Not to fret, do it again
It’s gonna come 'round soon
I’ll be falling 'round the room