The sky is filled with pinholes,
Flashlight is shining on
Black construction paper,
Says the day is done.
Bugga Bugga Joe’s sittin’ in his room
Lookin’ at the paper moon
In the sky.
Spendin’ his life like a little star,
Starin’ at the lid on a jar
Wishin’ he could fly.
Bugga Bugga Joe.
The night is filled with strange dreams,
Wrappin’ strings to keep him warm,
Hangin’ from the paper,
His wings are born.
Bugga Bugga Joe’s dancin’ to a tune,
Flyin’ around in his room,
In the morning light.
All it’s gonna take is just a little twist
From the girl with the jar in her fist,
And away he’ll fly,
Bugga Bugga Joe.

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