Testo:
I like the tone of your trumpet come 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 that you say your voice is all detached on a radio-wave breeze we have another caller with a bachelor degree talkin' alien invasion as the only chance for unity well sorry to interrupt you caller but that's a physical impossibility you'd be tossed up or wash 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 sleeves your're a physical impossibility
