Random Rodeo

I woke up in a tumble of tin and light;

With a paper crown and a pocket knife;

The rooster wore shades on a pink banana bike;

And the moon was chewing gum in the sky tonight;

Oh, nothing here makes a lick of sense;

But I'm dancing on the fence;

It's a random rodeo, spin me around;

Boots in the air and my feet on the ground;

Laughin' at the rain as it slaps the town;

In this hand-on rodeo, we were a chaos crowd;

Wah-oh, wah-oh, wah-oh, wa-oh;

A cactus told jokes from the gas station lot;

The sheriff rode by on a polka-dollar mop;

I traded my map for a handful of stars;

Then chased the train on a rusty guitar;

Oh, nothin' here makes a lick of sense;

But I'm dancing on the fence;

It's a random rodeo, spin me around;

Boots in the air and my feet on the ground;

Laughing at the rain as it slaps the town;

In this random rodeo, we wear chaos crowns;

If the world goes sideways, let it sway;

I'll hit your joke to the Milky Way;

Sing through the dust, let the weird winds blow;

We're all neon sparks in a comic show;

It's a random rodeo, spin me around;

Boots in the air and my feet on the ground;

Laughin' at the rain and the slaps of town;

In this random rodeo we wear chaos brass;

So toss me a line and a silly tune;

I'll moonwalk on my girl Waffle Moon;

In the random rodeo;

We'd all come through;