Trip on our bus

Queen Bad, thinking what I’m thinking, a tasty jest, messed in the head

Changing moon, a guess, turns Virgin Mary’s face to me

Were you playing possum in my garden, I wouldn’t be surprised to find you there, g

You and I to madness, gone, the same not there, but across space and time we’ll be together, on this, our madcap bus-trip

In your dreams, I fancy myself your dream-woman

And you’re my moonlight goddess, I’m so madly in love with thee,

So much fun to see and be, in cahoots with you, g, on our bus-trip, let’s make our spaceship, and beam us up