I've Become A Palm Tree

I'm the Slinky man. I'm floppy I become a palm tree after anti-long Where's my luck when I need him the most? He's a ghost, at home Masturbating, cumming in a wine glass This is becoming a farce. Comedy Taking the piss. It isn't on pal And I'm curious - has anybody realised clapping does nothing? Pat you on the back so you feel good dying The people that you save are the ones enslaving you Digits set by oppressors and jesters They're having a laugh and get the monkey to dance. Oh Oh no Oh no, no, no, no I'm the Slinky man. I'm floppy I become a palm tree after anti-long Where's my luck when I need him the most? He's a ghost, at home He's debating, smashing up a wine glass This is becoming a farce. Comedy Taking the piss. It isn't on pal And I'm curious - has anybody realised clapping does nothing? Pat you on the back so you feel good dying