There’s a sale, that can’t be beat,
Quite athletic, it’s for your feet.
When you jump, you go real high,
Usually, up to the sky.

Problem is, this clearance sale,
Was-for good reason, a waste of funds.
When you jump, you go nowhere,
A spring malfunction, land on your buns.

We can’t bounce on our mellow trampoline,
Mellow trampoline, mellow trampoline.
We can’t bounce on our mellow trampoline,
Mellow trampoline, mellow trampoline.

All our friends, are all quite bored,
No one elevates, no one soared.
Rubberbands begin to sway.

(HandFarts play)

We can’t bounce on our mellow trampoline,
Mellow trampoline, mellow trampoline.
We can’t bounce on our mellow trampoline,
Mellow trampoline, mellow trampoline.

Don’t you fall off, Mr. Barker,
Don’t hurt your head!
Don’t hurt your head sir!
Registration, expiration!
Nay, Nay, highwire.
Trapeze, trapeze.

So we bought a giant pool,
For the summer, keeps us cool (keeps us cool)
Then I hurt, my ruptured spleen,
(then I hurt my ruptured spleen)
On our mellow (on our mellow)
Trampoline (trampoline).
(Hahaha!)

We can’t bounce on our mellow trampoline,
Mellow trampoline, mellow trampoline.
We can’t bounce on our mellow trampoline,
Mellow trampoline, mellow trampoline.

(fade out)