Funhouse

 is a song from "Misperceived Monotreme" which plays as the gang explores their fun house.

Lyrics
Well you think it's a chair

But it's growin' curly hair

And your sister's unaware

That she's floating in the air

You're livin' in a fun house, baby

You're livin' in a fun house, don't mean maybe

A million doors in the hall

And the table's on the wall

And the bathroom is your bed

And a floating baby head

You're livin' in a fun house, Lawrence

So you'd better get some optical illusion insurance

The floors are steep, you'll never sleep

Your mother calls through the rubber walls

Liftin' up a feather that weighed a ton

Don't need to rent a fun house, make your own house fun

You're livin' in a fun house, baby

You're livin' in a fun house, pass the gravy

And while we're on the subject, meet my friend Davy

He was in the navy and his hair is wavin'

We're livin' in a fun house, mama

We're livin' in a fun house, quite the drama

And while we're on the subject, that Peruvian llama's

Wearing my pajamas and I know that I'm-a

Just livin' in a fun house, baby!

Allusions

 * The lyrics 'baby' and 'don't mean maybe' seem to allude to the classic 1925 song Yes Sir, That's My Baby.