We Ran Out of CD Space Songtext
von Psychostick

What if the world was made of glazed doughnuts
You would be like
"Man, that′s fuckin' sweet,
I can′t believe the world is made of doughnuts."

What if your hands were made of hotpockets
You would be the first one to be eaten
In survival situations

What if your thumb roared like a dinosaur
What if you peed out of your nose
What if your face was shaped like Mexico
Or trapezoids, or Texas and Hawaii

What if the world was made of other worlds combined into a world
Just like the world you started with
What if another world then ate the world made out of doughnuts
Making all the doughnut people pissed


What if your face was made of bumblebees
You would be like
"Dude, this really sucks,
I do not want a face made out of bumblebees."

What if your dad was made of rainbows
You would be like "OMG that's lame,
I want a dad made out of Ninja Robots."

What if your pool was filled with applesauce
What if a hotdog was your tongue
What if your mouth was filled with broken glass,
And fire ants, and three-meat jambalaya

What if you tried to build a spaceship with a cannon
That shoots crocodiles at everyone you hate
And what if those crocodiles could shoot heat-seeking killer bees
Ensuring that there would be no escape

What if your room was filled with lots and lots of puppy dogs
You would be like ["Awww, look at the puppy dog. Wahh, come here, come here, Awww, whatch'ya doin little guy? Whatch′ya doin? Who′s the puppy dog, you're the puppy dog, he′s a puppy dog, the puppy doggies!"]

Where do the squirrels go during hurricanes
What if your butt was on your chest
What if guitars could squirt out sour cream,
And nacho cheese, and pure sulfuric acid

What if the world was made of other...