It's an Old TV show

Seeing what I hear
Hearing what I feel
A real touch can be unreal
A sound can be fake depends which way you take
into the branch of existence
Climbing down the tree pattern
Roots expand like a solar ring on Saturn.
Trap my body in a solid gold room
Think its of doom
But then you soon realize to much surprise
You’re in the zone or may I say Zen
I aint got no alibis
But ill explain again
That I’m your only friend
Ill spend every waking minute with you
Either us two or were through until I glue smash on your shoe I call you my boo
Frou Frou. Ill talk to you, do you like what I do, jump like a kangaroo…
In the jungle, u may find trouble, or stumble on a stump upon a branch
I put you in a solid trance, then we dance, we go prance, didn’t like Justin but liked the joyous one Lance.
Take off your pants, only if there’s some ants, in em’ wrap with tin
Foil foil toil troil bumble jumble my mumblin words
Its absurd to see your werd be heard around the globe, off to the stove , cook me those nachos, cheesy gordida crunch, there goes my lunch, taco bells got a hold of my Mexican or im gonna punch YOU