The Dim Locator

Inanimational items elude i, and
 In-an-emotional-motion i swallow my
 Motive of quicker location is slammed
 My dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin
 They call me dim
 I am the dim locator,
 Dim locator
 Loco, lomo, loco, lomo, l'wow, wow, wow
 Loco, lomo, loco, lomo, l'wow, wow, wow
 Loco, lomo, loco, lomo, l'wow, wow, wow
 Loco, lomo, loco, lomo
 Intriquintomitry treads on my trail
 Entriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost types
 Who later are packed in a cast iron trunk
 These things have been known, to get out of their wraps
 Don't call me dim
 I am the dim locator,
 Dim locator
 Loco, lomo, loco, lomo, l'wow, wow, wow
 Loco, lomo, loco, lomo, l'wow, wow, wow
 Loco, lomo, loco, lomo, l'wow, wow, wow
 Loco, lomo, loco, lomo, l'wow, wow, wow, wowwwwww!
 Fog fished and filtered is filling my case book, of
 Friends who fall foul of my files trip and breakneck
 Are stacked in the woodshed for further good use
 There's some certain people who shouldn't start fires
 So call me dim!
 I am the dim locator!
 Dim locator!
 Don't call me dim!
 I am the dim locator
 Don't call me dim!
 I am the dim locator
 Don't call me dim!