Nonsense Spews From My Song Machine

I said mama
I said mama
Nonsense Spews From My Song Machine
Everything is way out of order
On the one hand
And on the other hand
Cop car whoop like an Indian
Everything is way out of order



Here's an invisible knot
On an invisible string
It's not in the kitchen
It's not in the barn
But it's sitting out there
In my language field



I said mama
I said mama
Dog star howls at the moon at night
Everything is way out of order
You have an Asiatic grin
Held in place by your nose like a pin
Big blooming, buzzing confusion
Everything is way out of order



Oh the surfer moves to the left
Oh the surfer moves inwards
Molecules of the wave going round
Everything is way out of order