| Song | Some Kind Of Fun |
| Artist | Ass Ponys |
| Album | The Okra Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The quiet one, the one named | |
| Steven Listens to the voice of reason | |
| They miss him at the kitchen | |
| Where he’s given daily bread | |
| Another one, the one named | |
| Harry Vegetable or visionary | |
| Said he had a dream with | |
| Steven Flying overhead | |
| He watched him until he lost him in the sun | |
| He must be having some kind of fun | |
| A thousand miles, a world away | |
| A woman starts another day | |
| She drinks her mud and draws a tub | |
| And waits for it to fill | |
| A box arrives with nothing in it | |
| Setting off her head a spin | |
| It goes round and round and round | |
| Until it all begins to spill | |
| Before she knows another day is done | |
| She must be having some kind of fun | |
| And she says, “ | |
| Don’t pray for me.” |
| The quiet one, the one named | |
| Steven Listens to the voice of reason | |
| They miss him at the kitchen | |
| Where he' s given daily bread | |
| Another one, the one named | |
| Harry Vegetable or visionary | |
| Said he had a dream with | |
| Steven Flying overhead | |
| He watched him until he lost him in the sun | |
| He must be having some kind of fun | |
| A thousand miles, a world away | |
| A woman starts another day | |
| She drinks her mud and draws a tub | |
| And waits for it to fill | |
| A box arrives with nothing in it | |
| Setting off her head a spin | |
| It goes round and round and round | |
| Until it all begins to spill | |
| Before she knows another day is done | |
| She must be having some kind of fun | |
| And she says, " | |
| Don' t pray for me." |
| The quiet one, the one named | |
| Steven Listens to the voice of reason | |
| They miss him at the kitchen | |
| Where he' s given daily bread | |
| Another one, the one named | |
| Harry Vegetable or visionary | |
| Said he had a dream with | |
| Steven Flying overhead | |
| He watched him until he lost him in the sun | |
| He must be having some kind of fun | |
| A thousand miles, a world away | |
| A woman starts another day | |
| She drinks her mud and draws a tub | |
| And waits for it to fill | |
| A box arrives with nothing in it | |
| Setting off her head a spin | |
| It goes round and round and round | |
| Until it all begins to spill | |
| Before she knows another day is done | |
| She must be having some kind of fun | |
| And she says, " | |
| Don' t pray for me." |