Cellophane Man

 He’s up in the closet, he’s the one who got dead

Come down from your shelf and where’s my kid

Doctor, solve the myst’ry, I’m really mad

Ev’rybody’s gone but I ain’t sad

Cellophane Man Cellophane Man Cellophane Man Cellophane Man

 

My wife ain’t awakened from all this noise

Come down in your nightie and where’s our boy

Doctor, solve the myst’ry no clue in sight

Where’s my wife in the middle of the night

Cellophane Man Cellophane Man Cellophane Man Cellophane Man

 

Up in the closet, he’s the one who got dead

Up in the closet, he’s the one who got dead

Shiny wooden floors and where’s that kid

We live in a mansion it don’t come free

Party in the basement I hope it ain’t me

Cellophane Man Cellophane Man Cellophane Man Cellophane Man

Up in the closet, he’s the one who got dead

 

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