Everybody was scratching but nobody saw
 Nothing was out of place except the floor
 Somebody stopped and said arrest that door
 For nobody could tell
 We were growers of mushroom

 My life was a beetle which ran down the wall
 Stopping to scream at the hand in the hall
 The daylight came in and shook hands
 With us all
 For nobody could tell
 We were growers of mushroom

 Laughing and screaming and
 Clawing and cursing
 Fighting my way through this unplanned dream
 I saw the light of a thousand stars twinkling
 Beyond the seams of this terrible dream