It's five o clock here.
I will go drink a glass or two on the 27th floor and look out at the pretty cold town.
Then it's the bus to BrekFest and there's bands galore.
Who will I talk to, what will I run with?
Scissors!
Doing cartwheels!
Trying, tryyying.
Learning..... NOTHING!
Grooven moooven, spooonyo pretty peggy-o. That's all I wannaaaa dooooo.