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An asteroid crashed and nothing burned
It made me wonder
Do tigers sleep in lily patches?
Doctor, mine does run for thunder

I got an ache in my left ear
I felt the truth but I still could hear
Made me think, I would not be burned
But rather give myself to science

I felt that I could help
To science, I felt that I can help

Paranoid, the doctor ran
Shouting his graphic translation
[Incomprehensible]
Gang wars and ails of riches

Spewing forth their color
He purposely waited till I was done
To knock on the lavatory door
Accusing me of ruining the fun

He knocked on it some more
The fun, he knocked on it some more

And alloy suitors were all inside
An apple or a grape
To put forth a cloud of mercury
In front of a mighty car

On a freeway in Los Angeles
Once the spraying has been done
'Cause there's more pain from necessity
You're a portrait of your past
There's a mummy in the cabinet
Are there no more arrows left?

What's that rubber bottle doing here?
How's that napkin for a proof?
Ten cents to a dollar now
For a shelf of pregnant ears
Robert Palmer is applauded
Again, again, again

So stupendous, living in this tube
So stupendous, living in this tube
So stupendous, living in this tube
So stupendous, living in this tube
An asteroid crashed and nothing burned   It made me wonder   Do tigers sleep in lily patches?   Doctor, mine does run for thunder      I got an ache in my left ear   I felt the truth but I still could hear   Made me think, I would not be burned   But rather give myself to science      I felt that I could help   To science, I felt that I can help      Paranoid, the doctor ran   Shouting his graphic translation   [Incomprehensible]   Gang wars and ails of riches      Spewing forth their color   He purposely waited till I was done   To knock on the lavatory door   Accusing me of ruining the fun      He knocked on it some more   The fun, he knocked on it some more      And alloy suitors were all inside   An apple or a grape   To put forth a cloud of mercury   In front of a mighty car      On a freeway in Los Angeles   Once the spraying has been done   'Cause there's more pain from necessity   You're a portrait of your past   There's a mummy in the cabinet   Are there no more arrows left?      What's that rubber bottle doing here?   How's that napkin for a proof?   Ten cents to a dollar now   For a shelf of pregnant ears   Robert Palmer is applauded   Again, again, again      So stupendous, living in this tube   So stupendous, living in this tube   So stupendous, living in this tube   So stupendous, living in this tube