The Seattle Star

Comix, comix, bo-bomb mix
Banana fanna fo fond mix
Fee fi fo onyx
Comix!

You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long
You are the comics of Sunday morning
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song

Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
‘ne Sundaycomics hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn’s so wär

Long ago, in the Russian hills,
A Victorian explorer found
The Sunday Comics by a marsh
He captured them and brought them home.
Sequential creature stirs, seeking revenge…

Catch, catch I’m a spider
カゲをひそめて
A god — a god in the clouds
I’ll find you Sunday Comics
Look at me now