our may dove 4:220:00/4:22
welcome to Nowhere, Indiana...
the proof's in the pudding, the truth's an i.v.,how can I see through you when you're lookin at me
so let's have a party, we'll do it all night, we'll make it to town drunk, we'll get in a fight
so let's have a hoedown, and eight is enough, tomorrow's a bad dream, tomorrow's the stuff
tomorrow's the stuff that things are made of, tomorrow's the fluff that feeds our may dove
tomorrow's the song that sings our may dove, tomorrow's the stuff that things are made of...