Song parody of
Dennys Dream
by Nick County
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I had a dream a Dennys moved to town
Moved to town in my hometown
In my hometown in my hometown
I got robbed by a sweet little girl
She needed money so she could take a whirl
She could take a whirl she could take a whirl
Dreams are dark things that live beneath your eyes
Sometimes I cant tell the truth from the lies
I had a dream Saint Johns was on fire
We did what we could but we couldnt save the spire
Couldnt save the spire, couldnt save the spire
The poodle lady traded me a pencil for a flare
I turned and looked back but she wasnt even there
She wasnt even there, she wasnt even there
I had a dream that my dad wasnt dead
strung out on a birch, not spread out on a bed
Spread out on a bed spread out on a bed
I saw a ghost in Johns backyard
We breathed some gasoline but we didnt get far
Didnt get far, didnt get far
Dreams are dark things that live beneath your eyes
Sometimes I cant tell the truth from the lies
Sometimes I cant tell the truth from the lies
Sometimes I cant tell the truth from the lies
I had a dream a Dennys moved to town
Moved to town in my hometown
In my hometown in my hometown
I got robbed by a sweet little girl
She needed money so she could take a whirl
She could take a whirl she could take a whirl
Dreams are dark things that live beneath your eyes
Sometimes I cant tell the truth from the lies
I had a dream Saint Johns was on fire
We did what we could but we couldnt save the spire
Couldnt save the spire, couldnt save the spire
The poodle lady traded me a pencil for a flare
I turned and looked back but she wasnt even there
She wasnt even there, she wasnt even there
I had a dream that my dad wasnt dead
strung out on a birch, not spread out on a bed
Spread out on a bed spread out on a bed
I saw a ghost in Johns backyard
We breathed some gasoline but we didnt get far
Didnt get far, didnt get far
Dreams are dark things that live beneath your eyes
Sometimes I cant tell the truth from the lies
Sometimes I cant tell the truth from the lies
Sometimes I cant tell the truth from the lies
