Verse 1
Mr. Loon has saved the city folk,
Raised them up a crop of artichoke.
Did it happen all before or
Was it only just a joke,
With no punchline?
From the future, tale we won't revoke.
Cassowary egg without the yolk,
Now to say a final word
Until it all goes up in smoke,
At the end of time.
Chorus
As the years go by, the stories they go on and on.
It's the strangest thing, it is a phenomenon.
You've got to sing your song and make your art,
With your artichoke heart.
Verse 2
Here's to wrapping up the final act.
We have cured Bamboozle Tesseract.
When the Modus takes its turn
And transformations do react,
We will be fine.
Chorus
As the years go by, the stories they go on and on.
It's the strangest thing, it is a phenomenon.
You've got to sing your song and make your art,
With your artichoke heart.