  1993 Theres a butterfly in my coffee Therere clouds in my tea Ever since you walked out the door The skys been fallin on me I am a cemetery plot And Im taking the bus to come see you Im bringing a can of yellow spray paint And a pile of rubber dog doo Stop signs have turned purple And seem to say go Houses drop on Glenda And why,
 I just dont know I saw my Sunday- school teacher Trimming a bush That was wearing a flannel shirt I walked up to my gym shirt And asked want some travel brochures?
 The bushes turned around And it said boo While I ate my lunch of jell- o I wanted to eat a barney magnet And sit back And just be mellow I put dirt in my room To grow flowers in the floor I used to hunt kids in the street But got caught and dont know more I am a cemetery plot And Im taking the bus to come see you Im bringing a can of yellow spray paint A pile of rubber dog doo Follow me down the yellow road Where aminals fear to tread Drink of me And eat of me And soon we shall be dead G There may be acceptance Climb to the threshold of Your own beliefs Not with the statement Of others 
