I try to put my life in a bag.
Take the first bus anywhere.
You'll probably see a tear escaping from my eye.

Ah you know where to find me my dear,
in the dungeons of dreadfulness,
cold and emotionless, watching life pass me by

If I were a fruit I'd be something sour,
you'd still be the apple of my eye.
And if I had a time machine on nuclear power,
baby you'd still be my pumpkin pie.

I try to put my life in a bag.
Take the first bus anywhere.
You'll probably see a tear escaping from my eye.

If I were a fruit I'd be something sour,
you'd still be the apple of my eye.
And if I had a time machine on nuclear power,
baby you'd still be my pumpkin pie.

If I were a fruit I'd be something sour,
you'd still be the apple of my eye.
And if I had a time machine on nuclear power,
baby you'd still be my pumpkin pie.