Song parody of
I Looked Into the Frying Pan
by Celia Ludicrum
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I looked into the frying pan
And saw a tiny crying man
Riding in a black Sudan away
He asked me why I stood so still
Staring out my windowsill
And watching as the world spun out of place
People's minds they tend to wander
Theoretical worlds they ponder
Astronauts in funny coats, lyrics that a madman wrote
Till sense has long since wandered out of range
Yes humans and humanity are strange
He cried because his blue guitar
Was smashed beneath a shooting star
Driven by a Lizard's purple tail.
The blue guitar which used to paint
The crystal waters of a lake
That once the tiny man had loved to sail.
People's minds they tend to wander
Theoretical worlds they ponder
Astronauts in funny coats, lyrics that a madman wrote
Till sense has long since wandered out of range
Yes humans and humanity are strange
For blue guitars were strictly banned
And so the tiny crying man
Was sentenced to a lifetime spent in jail.
The jails were full of leather boots,
The frying pan was substitute,
And that was where I heard him start to wail.
People's minds they tend to wander
Theoretical worlds they ponder
Astronauts in funny coats, lyrics that a madman wrote
Till sense has long since wandered out of range
Yes humans and humanity are strange
Yes humans and humanity are strange
I looked into the frying pan
And saw a tiny crying man
Riding in a black Sudan away
He asked me why I stood so still
Staring out my windowsill
And watching as the world spun out of place
People's minds they tend to wander
Theoretical worlds they ponder
Astronauts in funny coats, lyrics that a madman wrote
Till sense has long since wandered out of range
Yes humans and humanity are strange
He cried because his blue guitar
Was smashed beneath a shooting star
Driven by a Lizard's purple tail.
The blue guitar which used to paint
The crystal waters of a lake
That once the tiny man had loved to sail.
People's minds they tend to wander
Theoretical worlds they ponder
Astronauts in funny coats, lyrics that a madman wrote
Till sense has long since wandered out of range
Yes humans and humanity are strange
For blue guitars were strictly banned
And so the tiny crying man
Was sentenced to a lifetime spent in jail.
The jails were full of leather boots,
The frying pan was substitute,
And that was where I heard him start to wail.
People's minds they tend to wander
Theoretical worlds they ponder
Astronauts in funny coats, lyrics that a madman wrote
Till sense has long since wandered out of range
Yes humans and humanity are strange
Yes humans and humanity are strange
