In keeping with fine carnival tradition
Where no costume is an act of sedition
This is to announce to ya'll
That it's time for MOM's Ball
To be absent is a sin of omission.
Inertia will arrive by and by
Not too early, not too late, not too high?
In her splendor she'll reign
She'll be feeling no pain.
Her blood runs hot with Spanish Fly.
Quasimodo, in his lecherous custom
In this silver year invites you to dust him
"Chute to hell", quoth the King
He'll consume what you bring
So the Finest just won't have to bust him.
The Rads will do more than just hum
So come early, come often, but just come.
In any language you speak
Come and reach a new peak
For the word that I've heard is just
numb.
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