Imagine you could ride a thought Like a train at a station that you've just caught Now imagine that the head you're in Belongs to Thomas Alva Edison He's thinking about a light And not just a light that will burn for an hour But a light that can last for months and months And illuminate a home with just a trickle of power And now he's not thinking of only just one He's thinking of millions No, billions for everyone! So no matter where on earth you go London, Rio, Tokyo You can lean back in your easy chair Flick a switch And his light bulb's there And now this train has jumped the tracks He's thinking of a way to have sound play back With a spool and a wire and aluminum foil He's wrapping the sound like string on a coil And now what was that? A bird that sings! The sounds are flying off this thing! A dog, a cat, a baby's laugh Captured and played by his 'phonograph' In fact, the reason you're hearing me here Is because Edison had an incredible idea! Now off he goes with another invention His mind is so filled with dreams and intentions! Sound and pictures, thoughts and hopes Lightbulbs, phonographs, Kinetoscopes Well now Its time to apply the brakes A thousand patents! It's too much to take! But when you get an idea, let's make a deal To be like Edison and make it real