When I Turn Ninety-Nine

Sakes alive I'm so confused
 I met the ghost of Everett Ruess
 On the sidewalk yesterday
 Well, he looked directly in my eyes
 Saying "Surely it's no big surprise
 That you're thinking that you've lost your way"
 Everett, it's not sound
 When you've got greyhounds living up inside your mind
 Running circles all the time
 Just a little
 Just a little bit of
 Bad maintenance makes a mess
 Just a little
 Just a little bit of
 Bad maintenance makes a
 Later that night I was face to face
 With William Tell in outer space
 As a unicycle wiggling on a wire
 "Better watch out, Mr. Crazy Pants
 You're riding in an ambulance
 That ain't a gonna to make it to the fire!"
 Just a little
 Just a little bit of
 Bad maintenance makes a mess
 Just a little
 Just a little bit of
 Bad maintenance
 Makes a
 I'm mourning this morning
 Ms. Garland, my darling
 One evening, three hours
 And the whole world was ours
 From the hilltops to the little
 Ball of molten rocks in the middle
 Now how'm I just supposed to
 Get you off my mind?
 When you'll be up there when I turn ninety-nine
 Just a little
 Just a little bit of
 Bad maintenance makes a mess
 Just a little
 Just a little bit of
 Bad maintenance makes a mess