I woke up this morning, I fell out of bed Checked my pulse I wasnt dead There's a pounding in my head I think I may have vomited They took me away last night Looks like I put up a fight Now I'm staring at the lights Why is my skin so white? I was abducted by a gang of angry mimes What they did should be a crime I couldnt see the probe but I felt it enough But at least they wore gloves They put me in a box that wasn't there Made me pretend to climb the stairs They were all sitting I couldn't see their chairs And the clothes they made me wear A little striped shirt, a little black beret A dopey flower made of papier mache And they painted a tear drop on my face Gave me an accordian to play I was abducted and then tortured and forced to jam Cajun music by a gang of angry mimes What they did should be a crime They didn't say much, they weren't chatty They poured imaginary tea I pulled off my escape during the tug of war I poured mime marbles over the mime floor Seven mimes went down and then I punched two more Then I made myself a door I was abducted and then tortured and forced to jam Cajun music and then after a breif altercation escaped From a gang of angry mimes What they did should be a crime It took a while to get home again Because I ran against the wind