I met her incognito stoned on oatmeal
I can still recall that purple dress she wore
She was smellin' kind of funny in the twilight,
and I knew we really lost the last World War;
She asked me if I'd stay with her forever;
She said to me she loved my one blue eye;
But who'd have thought she'd grovel on a surfboard;
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.