It's getting foggy, which adds to the spookiness It's just the kind of night they would appear I hear them coming, a windstorm is drumming, Whipping me into crescendos of fear! They're gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide! Why am I here, anyway? Piping their powers from black basalt towers Loom like colossi; I'm under their sway! Want me to ride it, but I'm undecided-- What if it blows off my skin on the way? They're gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide! Why did I even show up? They're gonna make me ride, I don't feel right inside, Oh, why in God's name did I come to this place anyway? [(they're gonna make me ride)] [(they're gonna make me ride)] [(they're gonna make me ride)] [(they're gonna make me ride)] [(they're gonna make me ride)] They're gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide! Well thank God it's Friday, 'cause They're gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide-- Tomorrow's my day off, hooray!