Experimental Fashion
lyrics by Aaron Ondek

We are chilling on Rodeo.
Octothorpe is on the stereo.

We watch the models walk by.
They wink at us with a glass eye.

They are sporting the latest wear.
Walking to the show with some flare.

Their heads nod with the beat.
We run, flee, and retreat.

[chorus]

Watching the walking.
Optically dialated.

Strapped to the chair.
Medically sedated.

Force fed bananas.
Ludicrous passion.

Wearing rubber bands.
Experimental Fashion.

[end chorus]

I have a rubberband on my shoe.
But only the left one mind you.

We are stuck in a lab.
Gaurded by some wild crabs.

When we fled from the scene.
We got chased by a beauty queen.

Beaten with pumps we are taken.
Submitted to torture when we awaken.

[chorus]

Their leader is an orange camel.
Especially interested in tooth enamel.

They experiment with peppermint.
Its taste makes me squint.

They are dressed in suits of burlap.
We say that they look like crap.

Punished for our attitude.
A forced life of servitude.

[chorus]