Subatomic stars are fickle   In the dump-truck of creation   Always flying out in pairs   To the other end of Paris   There's no time to send a message   There's no space to cross an ocean   But they're spinning like true brothers   Always hip on all the others   Mr. Aspect hide the papers   In a crashing speedy tunnel   Ghostly pop of transformation   Catch the light in its mutation   Sly, Slinky, Sly Slide to the other side   Slinky, Sly Slide to the other side   Living hidden inside slinky   From the egg to Crocostimpy   Turn my head the chair collapses   Into alternating lapses   From the future waves are coming   Get your senses in the running   One decision and it's over   All the others head for Dover   Sly, Slinky, Sly Slide to the other side   Slinky, Sly Slide to the other   Sly, Slinky, Sly Slide to the other side   Slinky, Sly Slide to the other side