Carbon's on its naked spree as holidays always should be But more often than not a vague sound emerged from the sea From a horrible horse sized sea anemone It said 'I hear you curly voices Over other annoyances And you swim out and so far But you never told me your name' Carbon's on a healthy tow and moderately sways to and fro The queue moves slowly but the current plays with its repeated crows And the order of things is laughably low But I wade in line Yes I wade in line 'I hear you curly voices Over other annoyances And you swim out and so far But you never told me your name' You never told me your name