Come Waddle With Me
Because dystopian truth tastes better with a midnight muse and a penguin's sense of humor.
Lyrics
[Chorus] We’re penguins in shoes, Tipsy on cues. Flirting with truth Like midnight muse. We slip, we amuse, We bruise as we cruise, Come waddle with me, No rules… just shoes. [Verse 1 — “Holy Misfires” cheeky religious spoof] A monk mis-blessed a passing bird, Declared it human… how absurd! Next thing they built a church of flair, With saints in tux and windswept hair. [Chorus] We’re penguins in shoes, Tipsy on cues. Flirting with truth Like midnight muse. We slip, we amuse, We bruise as we cruise, Come waddle with me, No rules… just shoes. [Verse 2 — “Pyrot’s Hot Mess” playful innuendo] They swore one bird stole all their hay, No proof, but gossip loves foreplay. They swooned for tales that stroked their fears, Truth left the bar in greasy tears. [Chorus] We’re penguins in shoes, Tipsy on cues. Flirting with truth Like midnight muse. We slip, we amuse, We bruise as we cruise, Come waddle with me, No rules… just shoes. [Verse 3 — “Tlon After Dark” Borges meets burlesque] Tlon slipped in like a whispered dare, New worlds undressed the old ones bare. Words danced in fog and rewrote fate… Desire’s the ink when minds create. [Chorus] We’re penguins in shoes, Tipsy on cues. Flirting with truth Like midnight muse. We slip, we amuse, We bruise as we cruise, Come waddle with me, No rules… just shoes. [Outro — “Empathy in Bedhead Mode” warm, sexy-humane, gentle] Before you snap, just take a beat, Most jerks are scared beneath the heat. Peel back the fright, the rage, the spin… You’ll find a penguin shy within.
