(The B-52's)





Your brain is an ever-changing kaleidoscope of moods and colors

We walk to the park, but it's melting in the dark

All of a sudden your mood changes and your face looks like a cake

Left out in the rain

Is your name MacArthur Parker?

Or is it Reba?



CHORUS

Detour through your mind, Supersaver to your mind



We seem to float by yesterday's child

The new you, the land time forgot and a horse with no name

As we go further into the gloom we chance upon a large orange room

A key pops out of your nose, we open the door

And all of a sudden we realize that we are no more



from ear to ear, from the here and now

I hear another galaxy spinning around

Who am I? Where am I going? How much will it cost?



A flash of blinding light and we're in an elegantly appointed doctor's office

It seems that doctor Aron Butterfly wants to dip us in plaster

And use us for bookends

We say to the doctor, "No, please, no!"

And then we get the doctor's bill, what a shock!

$16,000! and all he wanted to do was dip us in plaster!



CHORUS



Who am I? Where have I been? Where am I going? Do I need any luggage?



I need to leave my past behind

I need to leave my behind in the past

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