Can You Believe It (Fog)

We'll dig a hole in the ground And cover it up with sticks And chase a wooly mammoth in And jab at it with our spears The lady at the counter With cold oatmeal eyes, 'Take a number', she said, 'They'll call you when they're ready for you.' I was waiting for My hunting with early man license They said it costs one hundred bucks Can you believe it? We'll dig a hold in the ground And cover it up with sticks And chase a wooly mammoth in And jab at it with our spears... They said it cost one hundred bucks, Can you believe it? The lady at the counter With cold oatmeal eyes!