Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel,   the Earth is turning and you know it very well,   your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling    and you're gonna hit the ceiling   like a mallet on a bell...      Hey, blenderhead,   they're starting to ask questions,   your transgressions are a danger flashing sign,   challenge conventions and radiate your splendor   and feel those flywheels churn on your blender... HEAD (yeah)!      Tally up the gleaming ventured in a wishing well,   each shining trinket has a story it can tell,   your moments pining like those tales all intertwining    can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell...      Hey, blenderhead,   you ask so many questions,   your confusion's a life-affirming sign,   break from tradition and carry on with valor   and feel those flywheels churn your blender... HEAD (yeah)!