The Dim Locator - The Birthday Party

inanimational items elude I, and

in-an-emotional-motion I swallow my motive of quicker location is slammed

my dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin

they call me Dim

i am the Dim Locator,

Dim Locator

LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW

LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW

LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW

LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO

intriquintomitry treads on my trail

entriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost types

who later are packed in a cast IRON trunk

these things have been known, to get out of their wraps

don’t call me Dim

i am the Dim Locator,

Dim Locator

LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW

LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW

LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW

LOCO, LOMO, LOCO, LOMO, L’WOW, WOW, WOW, WOWWWWWW!

fog fished and filtered is filling my case book, of friends who fall foul of my files trip and BreakNeck

are stacked in the woodshed for further good use

there’s some certain people who shouldn’t start fires

so call me Dim!

i am the Dim Locator!

Dim Locator!

DON’T CALL ME DIM!

i am the Dim Locator

DON’T CALL ME DIM!

i am the Dim Locator

DON’T CALL ME DIM!