We're going to the music store to buy a harmonica
Oh, the music store to buy a harmonica
Yes, a harmonica we're gonna get

So I have my one dollar ninety-nine
My hard earned dollar ninety-nine
Gonna trade it in for a musical in-stru-ment

We're going to the music store to buy a harmonica
Oh, the music store to buy a harmonica
Yes, a harmonica we're gonna get

Got my music score ready, it's a Jim Dandy
Because it makes me feel happy and fancy
And it's by Willie Nelson of course, yes of course

So we're off to the music store
Off to the music store with finality
Hooray to that!
Hooray to thaaaaaaat!!

Dang revellers!

The train tracks go straight and long.
Along them I travel with confidence and speed.
Where they take me is not a concern, as long as they take me.
Scenery flashes by...ooh was that a cow?
Never stop, never falter, I am at ease at speed.
If only I had been here a long time ago.
Simplicity is the key and rails are the answer.

Sheba, Sheba, Sheba Queen of the desert.
Not really much of a Queendom is it?
Pity.

Someone, give it to me straight.
IS the 7th wave really the biggest? Cause I have been counting 'em and darned if the 7th one is the biggest.
You gotta wonder about these rumours sometimes ya know?!

If I was really really small I could run along the edge of a cutter knife and not be hurt! Wow!

Lady, Lady, Lady Skittaine.
How lovely is your hair.
So long and shiny, like a golden wheat field blowing in the wind.
Yes, so it is.
Oh how I wonder why this tranfixes me so.
But care, care, I do not.
Lady Skittaine, Goddess of the divine follicles.

I saw up her nostrils and into the vortex that is the eustacian tube.
Auditory beauty from within.
Cry for me tonight, sweet mam, cry for the remembrance of the Martian cephalapods.
I sigh and then fall into deep submission.
Fancy that!

And so I rode my Pony, Mr Friday was his name.
I rode him across the plain, to the place I knew well, the place of Nums.
And Nums did Mr Friday and I myself see.
Nums.
The Nums.
We did see.

Sweet Aldehyde

Go sweet Aldehyde
Go to the place that fares you well
Hide amongst the plumes
And twirl your way to happiness
Float up, up into the blue void
But don't forget to look down
At us below