Octopus

Little liar, a naughty boy

Light a fire, dance in the smoke

Every night, write a brand new song

When I was younger, there was nothing in my way at all

Talks nice like he's grown up right

Don't tell a soul

Maybe I like my coffee cold

Maybe I'm crazy, but just maybe this is how I roll

Hold the line, it's the radio

They might need a story, so maybe I'll try

Light the ceiling up and dance my own puppet show

Crazy 'cause I'm in control