Somewhere over the Klainebow
Way up high,
There’s a land that I’ve heard of once in a fan fiction.
Somewhere over the Klainebow
Scarves are blue,
And fics that you dare to read really do come true.
Someday they’ll sing a sexy song
And wake up where the clothes are far behind them.
Where troubles melt like caramel drops.
I wish that Dalton wouldn’t stop.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Somewhere over the Klainebow
Pav will fly.
Pav flies over the Klainebow.
Why then, oh why can’t I?
If yellow little song birds fly
Beyond the Klainebow.
Why, oh why can’t I?