The FuMP

Lyrics

It's floating princess time
It's floating princess time
She is floating around
She is not on the ground
For the ground is made of grime

It's floating princess time
It's floating princess time
She is up in the air
And she's staying up there
And she speaks 'cause she isn't a mime

She's a wonder to see
On the silvery screen
In your saturday matinee
It's sure something to hear
how she lacks any fear
on her radio show every day

It's floating princess time
It's floating princess time
Do not rest 'til you've seen
She, the airborne pre-queen
And her merchandise is so sublime!

She's a bucket of wax
She's a box of thumb tacks
She can clean your stovetop with glee
She's a chim-a-ney sweep
And she goes well with sheep
She's whatever you want her to be

It's floating princess time
It's floating princess time
She is over your head
She won't leave you for dead
'nless you want her to, if so, then fine.

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