Aching to Pupate

[Chorus] Aching to pupate Aching to pup-p-p-pate [x4] Pu-pupate, pu pate Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate [Verse] I should peddle butterflies There's a shortage in the city I'll stand on a street corner All mysterious and giddy When the passers-by pass by I will open up my trenchcoat They will see the butterflies Dangling like fake rolexes Every morning i'll wake up With a purpose and a smirk I'll put on my fake moustache I'll drink heineken, eat cornflakes Then i'll call my mom and dad Tell them that I'm doing fine Or i'll write a tipsy letter To a real good friend of mine Or i'll jump up on the bed Waltzing madly with the broomstick But before I leave the house I will fill my lips with lipstick But peddling is a dirty sport There's competition in the city Everyone is on a street corner All mysterious and giddy Some are selling bags and shoes Some are selling books and gold I've been standing here for days Not one butterfly's been sold [Chorus]