Since Lance Moved Away

The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that
SINCE LANCE MOVED AWAY.

Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.
December's come to stay.
They've taken back the Mays and Junes
SINCE LANCE MOVED AWAY.

Flowers smell like a halibut.
Velvet feels like hay.
Every handsome dog's a mutt.
SINCE LANCE MOVED AWAY.

Nothings fun to laugh about.
Nothings fun to play.
They call me, but I won't come out
SINCE LANCE MOVED AWAY.