I closed the door but I couldn't lock it
Closed the door but he couldn't lock it
I got a fish in my back pocket
Her-nonny-hey-o-way
He speaks German fluently
Sprechen Sie deutsch le excellente
His dad's a monk, his Mom's a tree
Objects in my mirror
Seem a distance far away, but actually they're near
And then they disappear
In shades of blue and red and yellow
Everything is so surreal
Beneath my clothes I'm all buck necked
Beneath his clothes he's all buck necked
Dead-headed Ed edited it with Beckett
A guy named Ed edited it
Moved my fridge with Salvador's Dali
Moved his fridge with Salvador's Dali
And Boutros Boutros Boutros-Ghali
Objects in my mirror
Seem a distance far away, but actually they're near
And then they disappear
In shades of blue and red and yellow
Everything is so surreal
I wrote this song and then it set sail
He wrote this song and now it's for sale
To race across Jean Cocteau's cocktail
Her-nonny-hey-o-way
Siggy Freud would probably mock it
Siggy Freud would probably mock it
But there ain't no fish in his back pocket
Objects in my mirror
Seem a distance far away, but actually they're near
And then they disappear
In shades of blue and red and yellow
Everything is so surreal
OK, backwards now!
Surreal so is thing
Every yellow and red and blue of shades in appear
Dis they then and near they're
Actually when away far distance
A seem mirror my in objects