She used to live
With an Indian chief
Who gave her the clappe
That he got from a priest
Night after night
I would lie with her pets
Like a mail order bride
In a box by the steps
She went bungee jumping
One fine day
Off the cliffs of our friendship
And at the bottom she stayed
When they told me
That her body was found
An astronaut drowned
In the Long Island Sound
I tripped down the stairs
in my basketball shoes
And paddled downstream
In my fathers canoe
In the Kingdom of Bungee
The castle's been stained
But the Kingdom of Incest
Still has a mighty fine name