on a sesame bagel

all my pogo stick women want me to open up the velvet ropes to their hops (and hopes) and dreams and snores and cries and i cant open anything because i'm not the bouncer and i'm not even inside. tell me twice what you think of the new album before you hear it and before i make it. installed ideas float through raindrops on a green day (the greenest of the year) and i don't know what time it is and i don't know what year it was and i don't know what month you feel and i don't care what's for dinner as long as there's at least three courses of squab and two of seafood (braised). but please, whatever you do, don't take another phone call while i'm around.