I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet    He sat on a stone with his lips to the mouthpiece    He was deaf dumb and blind so he couldn't quite make it    When out of the horn came a solid silver genie    Who was made just to make the little man happy    As the man made sounds the genie painted fluid,    Mind-blowing visions on the little man's brain-box       Everybody small with no lips to play the trumpet    Everybody living inside a giant deaf aid    Everybody's eyes crucified to the tapestry    Woven by the giant with the solid silver genie    Who plays the trumpet