I've scaled it up just for you
Slithered outta my skin to look brand new
So just sit down there
In your puffy chair
And I'll tell a tall tale or two
About climbing trees and shuffling dirt
And how I got my lounge act just like Kurt
And Dave and Krist
And, well, you get the jyst
You can just tune me out I won't be too hurt
Be gone, bygone era
And finish your duck a l'orange
We're panned hard left and hard to the right
You know that we'll be here every night
We'll entertain ya
If we gotta
But we've no great love allotted
Sir no sir you lizard of the lounge
The camera tilts down and changes subject
To me
Wearing a jacket like upholstery
I've got my finger guns unholstered
And this is a stick-up, miss
Oh, uh, or not
While I've got your attention, I'd like to make a case for myself
My man up there on his high horse and even higher sense of self importance failed to mention
That I always have my duck and oranges locally sourced
I can't speak for the other ingredients
But I feel comfortable saying that I'm basically a hero
If that's the kind of dishonesty you're willing to sleep with
Then who am I to judge?
My blood's a little chilly
And I wanted to warm up before nightfall
Can you blame me for tryin
We're just lizards after all
Be gone, bygone era
Go jump in the Puget Sound
We know it's a wig and not your hair
You're gonna have to do a little bit better than that you lizard of the lounge