( instrumental intro )

I must've rhymed a thousand rhymes
Re-written 'bout a thousand lines
Now I can hear computer mice
They're pointing and clicking twice

I should have read the news today
To get some current truths to say
But poetry's desire will abate
I'm burning midnight oil late

There's too many orcs
Too many hobbits
Eating too many goblins

And lots of grubs in the ground

Can't you see my brain's a gland of confusion

This is the world I sit in
(OH OH OH)
And these are the words I've written
(OH OH OH)
Read them and let's start trying
(OH OH OH)
To make outer space worth living in

(Ooh) Jupiter, where are you now?
When Saturn's rings are Ronco's cow?
The men of steel, the menopause,
Are boozing, with old Santa Claus

This is the time
This is the place
Where we cook organ sutures

But there's blobs of blub to blow 'round

That dude Regis, he's a man of confusion

This is the hurl you're reading
(OH OH OH)
And these are the words you're weeding
(OH OH OH)
Lose them but don't start crying
(OH OH OH)
Just rake out the place you're sitting in

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I remember long ago
Ooh Mendelssohn was writing
Yes and Van Gogh at night
Saw starry light
And the sound of your molars
As I quelled your bite
So long ago

( instrumental break )

My soapy thrumming bone tonight
Is generating hillbilly light
Weird knots of bacon prawn incense
Fat weiners, will leaven sheep

Too many men
There's too many people
Making too many problems

And hot fudge chub to go 'round

Cashews eat this sizzle hand-off confusion

Now this is the world we live in
(OH OH OH)
And these are the hands we're given
(OH OH OH)
Use them and let's start typing
(OH OH OH)
To write parodies worth fiving for

This is the slandered Ripken
(OH OH OH)
And he's Arthur's mandolin kin
(OH OH OH)
Stand up and let's start showing
(OH OH OH)
What hairy thighs are growing pubes

( fade )