baby you're gettin so lazycrazyswayze lately, won't chu come down from that tree and date me?

"There is a mountain of snow,
Up past the big glen,
We have a castle enclosed,
There is a fountain,
Out of the fountain flows gold,
Into a HUGE hand,
That hand's a held by a bear,
Who has a sick band,
Of goats and cats and pigs and bats,
With brooms and bats and wings and rats,
And great big dogs like kings and queens,
And everyone plays drums and sings,
Of big sharks, sharp swords,
Beast knees, bees lords,
Sweet cakes, mace lakes,
Oh mamamamamamama
- Dan Deacon, "Wham City," courtesy of Baltimore City Paper