The Serpent Is Rising with No Advertising

Dale Houstman

The Serpent Is Rising with No Advertising

The serpent is rising with no advertising
So long Come on
Beneath her veranda, the odor of panda
So strong
She houses her flower inside her pink tower
A moist aberration or a new pop sensation
Named Dwan Come on

Ahhhh yeah
Here comes the Popsicle
It screams
Ahhhh
I’m on her bicycle
Of dreams
And we’re never going to get another chance
To dance

His clammy anteater is stuck in the heater
That’s wrong Come on
It’s stalking the panda with a frozen banana
And tongs
A black leather sunlight that warms up his gun sight
And causes her tower to drown in a shower
Of prongs Come on

Ahhhh yeah
Here comes the sacred rod
It crawls
Ahhhh
Into the sack of cod
That’s all
And we’re never going to get another chance
To dance

Where are all the pretty things
We shovel in at night?
Illumined with track lighting
‘Til everything’s too bright.
We’re turning down the comforters
While turning up the heat
Until the panda surges up
And stains the snow-white sheets
Yeah!

The panda is frightening the snake with its tightening
Red thong Come on
A viscous emollient that stuns the ebullient
White throng
The pulsing eclipses the dried eucalyptus
And the stale cerebellum is trapped in wet vellum
And prawns Come on

Ahhhh yeah
Here comes the summer snow
At last
Ahhh yeah
Let’s watch the lilies grow
In glass
And we’re never going to get another chance
To dance

The serpent is rising with no advertising
Come on
Beneath her veranda, the odor of panda
Come on
She houses her flower inside her pink tower
Come on
A moist aberration or a new pop sensation
Come on
His clammy anteater is stuck in the heater
Come on
It’s stalking the panda with a frozen banana
Come on