Crazy Phillip

He wears skirts and pretty things He wears orange, yellow, purple too Stealing the clothes from your mother's room He tends to the strawberries under the moon Phillip has flowers on his dress He dresses to impress He has wallpaper on his car Walks under the stars All the animals gather 'round He wakes up to milk the cows Sitting out amidst the field Waiting for the harvest yield Phillip has flowers on his dress He dresses to impress He has wallpaper on his car Walks under the stars Children, come inside Here's a piece of apple pie Children, come inside Here's a piece of apple pie In the yard you'll hear him sing To windchimes tinkling In the yard you'll hear him sing To windchimes tinkling The carpet is out on the lawn And nothing is wrong A place inside where we can hide We'll rest in our dreams tonight