She caught the bug, she's having nightmares She bought a mug of bubbles from a bauble-hawker at the bazaar, Supposedly an ex-czar from lands afar. Her paperback has been inspected She took it back, renouncing every syllable And carefully crafted clause They may call her daft, They may be calling her daft Her bodies a household, the fave of a race In tunnels and canyons, crave and savor the taste Singing "Ah ooh, we love it here in famous Miss Marylou Carreau" The editor is incrementing Her now ignored automatic attendent M.I.A. on the floor, amid discarded decor And pages torn. And we, the inhabitants, Love it love it love it 'Cause she's shaking the world less The shaking the world so much less than before Miss Marylou Carreau Carreau Her bodies a household, the fave of a race In tunnels and canyons, crave and savor the taste Singing "Ah ooh, we love it here in famous Miss Marylou Carreau" We are alive, we got her heart beat She's got a family, all fifteen flaws in the brain Like everyone else we never get back