In the land where bacon's king,
Lived a purple pig, who loved to sing,
But the rent was far too steep,
So he sailed away into the deep.
We all live in a purple submarine!
A purple submarine! A purple submarine!
We all live in a purple submarine!
A purple submarine! A purple submarine!
So now he leaves that life behind,
The dead-end days, the broken grind,
Purple peace in ocean's glow,
He sings his song now, down below.
Lived a purple pig, who loved to sing,
But the rent was far too steep,
So he sailed away into the deep.
We all live in a purple submarine!
A purple submarine! A purple submarine!
We all live in a purple submarine!
A purple submarine! A purple submarine!
So now he leaves that life behind,
The dead-end days, the broken grind,
Purple peace in ocean's glow,
He sings his song now, down below.
There is always a bunch of random stuff strewn around a balloon convention jam room, but occasionally you'll see a cluster of similar somethings. The experienced conventioneer knows that's like finding balloon scat, someone's been teaching something off menu.
This was something Darren Mortiboy had showed some people, I was able to assemble from the scat..tered pieces the next morning.
This was something Darren Mortiboy had showed some people, I was able to assemble from the scat..tered pieces the next morning.
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