I'm guessing the street sign is lying to me.
I mean, seriously,
It's not everyday you see
Fifty frickin' signs jutting off of
One single pole smack dab in the middle
Of a giant turnaround.
Well, which way to go now?
I just came from Likely Lost Town,
Which unfortunately took me past
Ungodly Flatulence Town,
And-hm, y' know, maybe I could
Go through Love Town:
That chick with the yellow hair
Sure looks cute. Oh, wait,
Never mind, I'd rather not have to
Go through quiet Death Town
To get there. I could pass through
Freud Town, but, y' know,
I'm afraid of that Oedipus complex.
Maybe Tolerance Town? Nah,
No one knows what the hell
That town's about. I think I'd
Be thrown out of One-Man Town.
(They have strict immigration laws.)
Damn, if I don't go soon,
I'm gonna have to stop in Bathroom Town,
With a short stay at Glutton Town.
Great, that Town of the Noon Stack
Is telling me it's already, um, noon,
Or "midi," whatever, je ne comprend pas.
Yeah, this is stupid, I'm stuck in Town,
And all I wanna do is go place.
Where the hell is Place?
All these towns, Bride Town, Thomas Town,
Judas Town, Disney Town, Go Somewhere Else Town,
It's all like some bizarre Escher painting.
Somebody stop the World Town,
I'd like to get off.