<br /><font color="yellow">When the fat old moon in the sky was lowered, turned my back, and stooped over. Summer's thunder time of year, I spied the moon, between my rear. I heard the sounds of ocean in my ears, and squashed the moon between my fingers. </font>-arranged to Pink Floyd's "Fat Old Sun" (for those who have never heard of this guy). <br /><br /><br />When the fat old sun in the sky is falling<br />Summer evenin' birds are calling<br />Summer's thunder time of year<br />The sound of music in my ears<br />Distant bells, new mown grass<br />Smells so sweet<br />By the river holding hands<br />Roll me up and lay me down<br />And if you sit don't make a sound<br />Pick your feet up off the ground<br />And if you hear as the warm night falls<br />The silver sound from a time so strange<br />Sing to me, sing to me<br />When that fat old sun in the sky is falling<br />Summer evenin' birds are calling<br />Children's laughter in my ears<br />The last sunlight disappears<br />And if you sit don't make a sound<br />Pick your feet up off the ground<br />And if you hear as the warm night falls<br />The silver sound from a time so strange<br />Sing to me, sing to me<br />When that fat old sun in the sky is falling<br /><br />it's little more than a gratuitous Pink Floyd reference.