verse 1 Get out of bed But don't wonder how the blood got there (Good morning) If Steve Martin violated you in your sleep again You will not care 'Cause there's a place you can escape to mentally Where only silliness is making forced entry For the purpose of self-preservation Here at Alfred's Playhouse! verse 2 It's a fantasy world of fun where reality's distorted Where a manchild goes to forget he was unsuccessfully aborted (It's kind of like liquor) Your perception is changed like magic So you can flee when the real world causes havoc It's wacky denial!! Here at Alfred's Playhouse! BRIDGE Stalin's signing death lists The Eggburt's taking meth hits and Gumby and a horse are lying somewhere The Wisdom Jar's on acid The frozen peas have all gone rancid, so we'll probably need to buy some more peas Beria's got his truncheon ELECTRIC CORDS FOR OUR LUNCHEON!! Dishwasher discusses Marx over Cocktails Burnt Child and Torso who are with Chewy try and force you to Rent us The Sound of Music No, I don't want to Rent us The Sound of Music No, I don't want to verse 3 The friends in your playhouse will always love and be around you They won't leave you at Goodwill or when you're in the tub, try and drown you You don't have to feel that guy's sticky stuff in your hair Just clap your heels 3 times, and you're away from there So forget about the humiliation and shame Your innocence is not being snatched from you Because you're here putting tape on your face and trying on silly hats AT ALFRED'S PLAYHOUSE!!!!!!!!!