Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

Caught this hotfoot surfing volcanoes
But only when the lava tide’s low
Touring Texarkana via tornado
Pursuing rumors of ice-blue buffalo
Hitched a northbound balloon and damn near froze
Selling kilos of snow to the Eskimos
Courting the worst-case scenario
With a chain-gang of leprechauns in tow
Oh, you have to know this ain’t my first rodeo

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Hopping from fiasco to fiasco
By freight train or UFO
Openly incognito
Not your usual superheroes
The League of Intergalactic Hobos

From Jupiter to Juneau
Those hobos stuck it to the status quo
Sowing turbo-boosted embryos
Row after row, seeds of indigo
On the fast track to tomorrow
Little exploding rainbows
Tuned to the new age pirate radio
The age-old show to end all shows
And we’re all coming on for a cameo

Hanging with vagabonds of voodoo
Inked with tattoos of Stygian blue
On a rendezvous to the usual snafus
At the basement of Twenty-Three Skidoo
Where new planes of existence debut
Some of you’d faint from the fumes of that brew
Truth you can’t help but misconstrue
You get a sense that nothing is truly new
And that in the end you are what you do