Marty - Aqueous

Good old Marty takes the bus to school everyday

Got his calculator so he’s doing okay

In his mind he brachiates with marmosets and dogs and snakes

Good old Marty clean and neat, sits down in his favorite seat

Far away but keeping time, desk drum roots within his spine

All the while I watch him there, tap away without a care

Head on loose he speaks no words

Just living life with the moon flock heard

Marty what you got in that bag?

And what will you do tomorrow?

Marty what you got in that bag?

And I will heed the answer to whatever it is you say

Good old Marty’s red balloons, take him to his spaceship soon

If all the cats and dogs came too he’d sing himself a morning tune

Now he’s set for two whole weeks I see it in his rosy cheeks

Marty likes to plan ahead

Plotting with his best fiend Ted

Not part of the human race

A person or a thing or place

All the while I watched him there, tap away without a care

Head on loose he leads the herd conversing with his favorite bird

Red balloons are falling from the sky

Red balloons take Marty up so high