And all the world’s burrito-shaped
It’s just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference ‘tween the lemons and the limes
The pain and the pleasure and the church bells slowly chime...
—Andy Partridge (mostly)
—Andy Partridge (mostly)
where exactly did he sit on the musical family’s bus?
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