I like the tone of your trumpet

c'mon 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 you say



Your voice is all detached on a radio wave breeze

we have another caller with a bachelor degree

talkin alien invasion is the only chance for unity

well sorry to interrupt you caller

but that's a physical impossibility



You'd be tossed up or washed 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 sleeve

you're a physical impossibility