“Like cannoli?” whispered Jason to a tiny Justin Hall.
“I’ve got two tickets to Heaven and an old Jack Tripper doll.
Lester Bangs and Jimi Hendrix, maybe even The Big G:
They’re all waiting, nebulating - will you come eat pie with me?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you sup with me?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you sup with me?
“It will really be delightful, and it’s quite a lovely fright
When they take us up and throw us in the pit of Dreadful Night!”
But Justin said “Too far, too far!” He just would not agree -
Said he thanked Wintermute kindly, but he would not come to tea.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not sup with he.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not sup with he.
“What matters it how far we go?” his stinky friend replied.
“There is another hub, you know, just take the Holy Slide.
The further off from Puckish the nearer is to Twee -
Then turn not gray, my tiny J., but come and sup with me.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you sup with me?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you sup with me?”
