[Lyric] The Last Waitsgiving (Fishboy)

And so I run my tongue across the gap
In my bottom two front teeth the morning
I try to get my album back
The one I lost so long ago
And though the crew was briefed and prepped
Nervousness ran through our bodies
The shade parade had stopped its step
I pushed down the first domino

Ear pieces in place, DJ on stage
Curated a mix that she aired over radio waves
Every turntable play in turn would dictate every move that we made
And the first that was made, register teen
Greatness Waitress there on the scene
The band played a deafening Waitsgiving theme
Just a distraction for the real action
DJ swap the record out, trigger the next phase
Of "Operation Last Waitsgiving Day."

The limousine lurched into place
Followed by a flatbed trailer
Piggy Sue and Candy Crane
Together formed a brand new float
The smoker and digger of graves
Beautifully they weld together
A pig with several scorpion traits
Whose stomach started belching smoke
Father and son reunited as one
Piled the fire until the wood pile was gone
Smoke billowed out to the lawn
Hiding the digger from all lookers on
Grandson looking on: Snocone Creator
Stationed to lookout for oncoming danger
Instead inspired to make a new flavor
When danger approaches no one is noticing
Out to the early end of all at stake:
Halalala Last Waitsgiving Day
And then out of the limo, the Geriatric Pyro
Leapt on to the smokers' float
Whose smoke was slowly dissipating
Oh, I must confess it was I who made the mess
I burned your building down that night
But I’m here today to make it right
His cymbal lit with flames
Which brought more eyes that way
So the delivery driver raced
She grabs the mic from off the stage
And she cues the Greatness Waitress band
“Play our new grapefruit spoon jam;
I’ll teach the audience to dance.”
And the diary she once dictated
Now a mass coordinated
Dance that somewhat went this way

Up down dig in the ground
Up down up down dig in the ground
Up down dig in the ground
Up down up down dig in the dig in the
Up down dig in the ground
Up down up down dig in the ground
Up down dig in the ground
Up down up down dig in the dig in the
Ground at my feet the hole now complete
I pulled back the time capsule box and I turn to the street
Before I can make my retreat
A voice in the air, it calls out to me
I look up to see the Grand Marshall say
She’d like for us all to give her dad thanks
It’s my daughter, she wants me to come up on stage
Box in my hand as the audience chants
I give my girl a hug, tears rolls down my face
I hand over the album, and I say “Happy birthday.”
She hands it to the DJ, and the DJ presses play
On the soundtrack to the Last Waitsgiving Day
And in the box, a letter dedicates
“This one is for those of us who wait.”