Tally Ho Lyrics & Chords By Walter Mitty And His Makeshift Orchestra

tommy, guard the house, i'm taking off
keep the dust out of my room
i'll probly be gone for awhile
all these things come crashing down
like cannonballs
got the wits knocked out of me
gotta make sense of it all
just keep breathing
i've been taking tons of little pills
to make my heavy head fall off
to make my self-conscience shut up
she says there's decisions that i gotta make
though i keep dreaming of the wide-open ceiling
where we follow peter pan and fly off, sorry!
buzz back to our old cul-de-sac
dude, i really miss you
yeah, dude, i really miss you
dude, i really miss you
yeah, dude, i really miss you
now i'm waiting 'til i run out of oxygen
i'm banking on this 2012 thing to resolve
'cause maybe if we kiss the funny face of apocalypse
oh, it would be so relieving if we all stopped breathing
that's all
i'm just a juvenile product of culture
i'm getting older; i just need to sack up and face it, but
dude, i really miss you
yeah, dude, i really miss you
dude, i really miss you
yeah, dude, i really miss you
and all the things that we swore off
they're happening to us now
i know i can't sit quiet,
but i don't know what else to do