Tekster:
They Might Be Giants

A bear with a honey pot stuck on its head A large green hippo with blinking eyes Some tiny tiny people swinging tiny tiny lanterns On the Main Street

are standing by Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee Pass round the picture of a Mobius Strip And wish they could go home And wish they could go home

I am a girl, I'm eleven years old That's one more than ten and one less than twelve (One dozen) At noon (12 o'clock) I was eating a cupcake from a baker

Oh no, no, I never go to work Oh no, no, I never go to work Oh no, no, I never go to work Oh no, no, I never go to work On Mondays I never go to work

at the window? A whole bunch of sevens They're coming in now And there's a lot of them And down the chimney too Hey guys, come on in I bet they want

, yes, I do, now be quiet I'm trying to concentrate Nine bowls of soup on the wings of an airplane Flown by an ichthyosaur Woah, woah, woah Lucky thing they

Everybody at the party is a many sided polygon When a guest arrives They will count how many sides it has on Standing by the window over there There

Round, can you go around? And if you can turn around without falling down You can skate in a figure eight If you can turn, if you can go straight Turn

four is found You don't know me But I remember when you Moved into flat number two That was the day that I knew That I was not the only one Who might