Random Interludes with TWK
I was working one night in the office
When a man I had recently killed
Called me up from a phone near my building
So I looked out the window at him
He had the same obsequious manner
That was the reason I had him killed
So to calm my nerves I sang this song to him
Over the phone:
Turn around, turn around,
There's a thing there that can be found
Turn around, turn around,
It's a human skull on the ground
Human skull, on the ground, turn around
I was out by myself in the graveyard
I was doing an interpretive dance
When I felt something happy and pointed
Poke me in the back of my neck
And then the ghost of my dance instructor
Pushed me down into an open grave
And as dirt rained down she played a xylophone,
And sang me this song
Turn around, &c.
We were waving our arms out the window
Of a fast-moving passenger train
Acting in an irresponsible manner
Until the engineer whose back had been turned
And whom we thought would find us highly amusing
Swiftly swiveled his head around
And his face which was a paper-white mask of evil
Sang us this song
Turn around, &c.