And in the name of the Lollipop Guild
We wish to welcome you to munchkin land

Watch out man don't you got down my path boy
This rotten Tree's gonna throw a apple right there
Square - false crack at your back boy
Oh you can't, you mustn't
I haven't got a brain - Well, your head ain't made of straw you know
All the Monkeys, all the Flying Monkeys round here
Are narcissistic-sociopathic, Kleptos

You better hide your wife man
Tie your house down, yeah, yeah, yeah
And board up your windows
They're gonna kick you in the back of your head
False cracks, false cracks false cracks
When you're tying your shoe, woo-hoo
Look out, Look out, Look Out They're coming for you

Well my little pretty, I can cause accidents too
And there's a man, he's hidin' behind his curtain
He's watching and he's waiting and he's lurking and he's searching
And he's hoping and he's wanting for something more than this
He's got a horse of course, he's got a horse of every color
His hot air balloon soars above
His white opium field, woah
Poppy field, of sweet love

And watch out man don't you go down my path boy
This Tree's gonna throw his rotten apple, at your back poor boy
You oughta be ashamed of yourself - I may not come out alive but I'm going in there
It's out of love I say I don't want you to go down
This dirty entrenched old rotten way with me
It's out of love, I'm out of love today and hey I'm broke
I wanna say yeah, I wish that I was something
More than nothing, but all those Flying Monkeys 'round here are Klepto

You better hide your wife man, tie your house down
Board your windows up and look out, look out
My goodness what a fuss your making
They're coming for you -Well my little pretty, I can cause accidents too
Get freaky with me -WAH

Watch out man don't you go down my path boy
This rotten Tree's gonna throw his rotten apple
Right there smack dab in your back boy
It's out of love I'd say, I don't want you to go down this
Dirty entrenched old - too much oil - rotten way with me - you have too much

It's out of love and I'm out of love, I'm broke - too much - and today - too much
I want to say - too much - hey - Help me - the Monkeys
All these Flying Monkeys round here are Klepto
Too much oil - you have too much oil, wah WAH
Look out look out look out look out, they're coming for you
You are talking to a man who has laughed in the face of death
Sneered at doom and chuckled at catastrophe
Boo-fucking-who

And there's a man hes hiding behind the curtain
He's watching you hes waiting and hes lurking and hes searching
And hes hoping wanting for something more - can i have some more - than this
I want it all - and hes got one horse yeah yeah of course, yeah
He's got a horse - id give it all - of every color - to you
His hot air balloon soars above his white opium field
Poppy field, woah, of sweet love
Oh, you liquidated her eh - I'm Johnny Cash, and there's

There's no place like home, click you're heels together
There's no place like home, yeah yeah
Next time I go looking for my hearts desire, I won't leave my own back yard
What a drag