​of Montreal - Penelope lyrics

Penelope, shoot the apple off my head
I need to go to the store to get some sleep
Because I've run out of sleep
The rowboat came so David stopped
Arguing with a mime
And waved his arms like wheat
But when he tried to speak
The Prince of Plum fell through the roof of
His mouth and handed David an envelope
Inside was a letter that read
"Sir, you were given this
Envelope by mistake, please, disregard it"
Nicolynn, shoot the candle off my head
I need to go to the store to get some beets
To rub all over my feet
Andy's joke reminded Gerard
That his sloth balloon was
Owned by Turkish moths
Gerard's Lebanese boss had sent
Him out on business
Giving his word that he would keep
It locked in the safe

But it was all deceit
Cause once he had the sloth balloon
He traded it to the moths for
A lithograph of "Lady Lamenting
On a Lawn Chair"

What interested Balabanoba was building
Complicated French machines
Designed to better enjoy the duchess
And she him he helps her in the stirrups
Then he straps himself in
They spend their days in heights of ecstasy
But wait why then does she look so sad?
Why is her countenance so glum?
Does she tire of mechanical hands?
Or is she pining for the fair Prince of Plum?

Lulubird, shoot the doorbell off my head
I need to go to the store to get some treats
For Gothe, Becket, and Keates
The characters of "The Gay
Parade" formed a boys
Choir with Static and the Red King
But whenever they sing all
Postal workers simultaneously
Whisper to themselves the word calendar
Calendar