I've been telling you, so you ought to know What will happen unless you forgo The pulsing sun reverses the propellers On the Cessna plane It falls into the jungle and is swallowed by the rain Week after week, the monkeys watch the fallen sons decay Trying to get through the windows to the Chocolate on their face When psychologists write a book on this
And sell it, it becomes A cartoon animated broken wire model Of pterodactyl bones But I've already seen the picture; it filled me with belief So I head into town with my sack full of silver Which is gonna buy me grief I've been telling you, so you ought to know What will happen unless you forgo