The sense of sight is what guides us right   When we go out on walks   The sense of smells, the way you tell   That you need to change your socks      The sense of touch is what hurts so much   When you bang your toe on the bed   The sense of hearing is something good      'Cause if a tree falls in the wood   Would there be a sound? You bet there would   If it landed on top of your head   Your head, if a tree lands on top of your head      The sense of taste affects your waist   Which makes five senses in all   There's a sixth sense, too but it's hard to explain   It's a psychic connection that's inside your brain      So you can understand people like Shirley MacLaine   Who wear crystals they bought in the mall   The mall, who wear crystals they bought in the mall      And now the other senses      There are scents you can smell   Like cologne from Chanel   Or the scents of expensive perfume   There are scents of flowers   We hope overpowers   The kitty box next to your room, phew      There's a sense of pride   You have deep down inside   When you practice a sense of fair play   There are dollars and cents that you pay at a toll      Or the census man who is taking a poll   And a sense of confusion, we're out of control   And they really should take us away, away   They really should take us away      There's a sense of humor   A sense of doom   Or a sense of awe, sense of timing   The sense of a word   A sense of absurd   Like trying to do all this rhyming      There's incense   And horse sense   And common sense, it's true   Sense of wonder, sense of beauty   Sense of honor, sense of duty      A sense of doubt, a sense of danger   A sense of fear, when you meet a stranger   A sense of style, a sense of worth   A sense of direction for knowing the earth      A sense of dread as we're singing this song   That it's starting to turn out completely all wrong   And it's time that we end it because it's too long   'Cause it just doesn't make any sense, no sense   It just doesn't make any sense!