Author: Otto S. Fishbein

We would not care to wake up to the nightmare that’s becomin’ real life. But when misled, who knows? A person’s mind can turn as cold as ice. Um-hmm. Why do you keep on making us hear your song?

Everybody goes to parties, they dance this mess around. They do the Shu-ga-loo, do the Shy Tuna, do the Camel Walk, do the Sunday Comics. Hippy Hippy forward, hippy hippy hippy hippy shake.

I don’t know what time it was, I don’t wear a watch. So good to read the Sunday Comics atop a spinning rock.

You’re a star-belly sneech, you suck like a leech, you want everyone to act like you. Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich, but your boss gets richer off you.

Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as park life. Sunday Comics could be read if you take a route straight through what is known as park life!

¿Dónde esta la verdad? ¿dónde esta la mentira? ¡Para explotar el campo, tengo los Sunday Comics con dinamita!

We carry in our hearts the true country and that cannot be stolen! Read the Sunday Comics of our ancestry and that cannot be broken!

Tender is the ghost — the ghost I love the most. Hiding from the sun,
waiting for the Comics to come

And when she lets me slip away she turns me on, the Sunday Comics gone. Nothing is wrong, I just slip away and I am gone.