Song Call: Jason Mraz, Dream Life of Rand McNally

Who is he, Mr. Rand Mcnally?
I had I dream that mystery was me. Now who else could I be?

I dreamed I went to England and met the spice girls there for tea
They lost one more they're down from four to my favorite number three
But they're still quite spicy as the orange flavor
And oh so nice to do me the favor and lick my icing under the table now
But I gotta leave town mr. Nally, just as scary spice was about to go down on me
And don't ask how mr. Nally and give up the towel mr. Nally and run

I dreamed I went to Singapore got bored and robbed a liquor store
What for? Nobody knows I only took a couple of Marlboros
Oh but that was all they needed and the criminal was soon defeated
And now in jail I'm waiting for my punishment of caning
So I gotta think fast mr nally watch your ass, wake up and laugh and run

Better Mr run, mr rand, mr animator, mr mac, mr nally
Mr run, mr man, you got the knack for the rally And run

I had a chance to visit the north pole but it was way too cold to smoke
Oh my nose was freezing I should could do some coughing and wheezing
So I tried it anyway and the place went up in flames
How was I suppose to know you could catch fire to the snow?
Oh lord way to go mr nally, way to go, now you're melting the poles mr nally so run.

I jumped ship in NYC and headed south to Washington DC
Didn't think I'd go there but played some shows there fancy lucky me
But it is really slow there with our new president on TV
Too many politicians and liberal Christians they're all set out for me
Singing cast your vote mr nally, castrate your vote, say no you don't, just run

I thumbed a ride across the prairie, I got hitched in Vegas, yep, I got married
To a lady who left me she thought it's be funny to gamble all my money
And I got stranded without my clothes, a little bit of fear and loathing all the time
I got chased by the rat pack once in a flashback. Singing viva Las Vegas

Singing Viva Las Vegas, oh run.

I settled down in san diego and smoked a joint with java joe
And with a grin he took me in, I spilled coffee on my chin
and I played my show there and met my bitches and hoes there
and with my holy ho they kindly let me shake my tail there
but one more thing before we go, there's never been any place quite like this home
for once in a life time maybe, I'd be foolish not to stay
oh I got to get away mr. nally, runnin the play, what can I say mr. nally?

run run run run run away mr. nally.
C'est la vie. C'est c'est c'est c'est la vie
oh c'est la vie
-Jason Mraz, Dream Life of Rand McNally

Jason Mraz sings lyrical porn and I wish more than anything that he would tour somewhere near me again.

My head is full of words and none of them make sense; I can't think straight anymore. Feeling some free thought in my near future; can't think of why I haven't done it already, given how screwed up my head is right now.