| Emperor Penguin |
|
i like the tone of your trumpet
come let's spill some paint
let's raise a glass of milk to the end of another day
and to the kiss that's still intangible
the kids are alright just unmanageable
they won't do a damn thing that you say
your voice is all detached on a radio-wave
breeze we have another caller with a bachelor degree
talkin' alien invasion as the only chance for unity
well sorry to interrupt you caller but that's a physical impossibility
you'd be tossed up or wash up the narrator relates
in a spartan antarctican walk for many days
meet with emperor penguin devotion to the egg
and their women are swimming from half an ocean away
don't sound so detached this is you and me
just give me your opinion before you turn to leave
but your crust is just incredible
the radio was edible
when you said don't wipe your asses with your sleeves
your're a physical impossibility
|
| |
|
