Lyrics

What do I do with all of the things that take up space?
With all the vagaries that deserve to be erased?
What do I do with the fantasies I find?
When there’s so much stuff
And there’s so much stuff
I got too much stuff
On my mind

Bo Peep had sheep
Lenny Bruce is dead
Water runs so deep
At a fountainhead
Zarkonian eyes and a golden fleece
Mother Goose is useless—
No geese

Lookin’ so preoccupied
(Too much stuff)
It’s as though my brain is fried
(Too much stuff)

What am I supposed to do with all the stuff that’s stuck on my mind?

Far too much, way too much
Too much stuff on my mind
On my mi-mi-mi-mi-mind

Fluffernutter, peanut butter
Help me now with all the clutter
Margaret Mitchell’s “Wind” is “Gone”
All that’s left is bourguignon—Aww

Pea soup fog and a boot too tight
A Monster Trogg in a darkened night
Right or wrong, a naughty and a nice
Mother Goose is useless—no dice

Dha dha dhin dha
Tete ka dhin dha
Tarakita tete kata
Gadi gana dha

Too much, too much, too much,

Better things I oughta try
To smooth me out and clarify
Simplify my worthy hobby
And take some time for Wabi Sabi

Too much stuff, too much stuff

Ding dong, ding dong (too much stuff)

Dha dha dhin dha
Tete ka dhin dha
Tarakita tete kata
Gadi gana dha