John signs clearly on the water
Says the queens his daughter
Longs for young miss joyce
The wife he barely even knew
And no more how's your father now


He's the product of his class who
Eats the grass upon the path he's made

Lucy's dancing in the language
Shares a marbled sandwich
With mr... vinegar
From several headstones down
And no more how's your father now

She's a cock-eyed optimist
Who can't resist this
Final white parade

So she waits for godot
What's the point of all these tears
Letters of the alphabet
Are pouring from her ears

All her words are mangled
And the sentences are frayed

The black whole radiation
In this final white parade

Malcolm's mentholated banter
When he's tamershanta
Is by the colonel who he has
Alluded to accusing you
And no more how's your father now

Prisoner at the bar the raise
A job for every serenade he played

Joe's cunningly linguistic
Jenn's misogynistic
But they dance the night away
(not sure)
And no more how's your father now

Grinding signal
Inter noise
The crowd enjoys
This final white parade

So we wait for godot
What's the point of all these tears
Letters of the alphabet
Are pouring from our ears

All the wards are empty
And the beds are all un-made
Marching through the blackout
In this final white parade

Abbadaba stuff

(credits to @chumptown)