the BUTTERFLY GHOSTS - Billy Lyrics

Our Billy was the Jenga king
Or so to any he liked to boast
But to him it had a certain ring
Jenga's what he played the most

Some say he used telekinesis
Ya never saw his fingers touch
He never dropped any pieces
But psychic Billy's just too much

Then one day he got a spasm
He even nearly lost a game
On the edge of the pd chasm
Jenga would never be the same

Poor Billy down in the dumps
His whole world looking bleak
In denial, it's childhood mumps
It's a reason why that he seeks

He ran away to live in a tree
And shed the wooden towers

See, he was saved by poetry
With its mysterious powers

Then one day he got a spasm
He even nearly lost a game
On the edge of the pd chasm
Jenga would never be the same

See, he was saved by poetry
With its mysterious powers

See, he was saved by poetry
With its mysterious powers