Well I was down in the lab,
Working on my string theory
Tying up some loose ends
Talkin to the tooth fairy

Walkin in the rain
Anyway the wind blows
Trying to don
Only the toes knows

Visibly groaning under the weight
Yoga pants bulging in the moonlight
Stretched to the brink unilaterally
That’s Notting Hill Street Blues, actually

As a matter of fact I’m only human
Lunacy empire glowing with lumens
You play the oboe and I’ll play the tuba
Violets in springtime, they’re really voluminous