I said mama I said mama Nonsense Spews From My Song Machine Everything is way out of order On the one hand And on the other hand Cop car whoop like an Indian Everything is way out of order Here's an invisible knot On an invisible string It's not in the kitchen It's not in the barn But it's sitting out there In my language field I said mama I said mama Dog star howls at the moon at night Everything is way out of order You have an Asiatic grin Held in place by your nose like a pin Big blooming, buzzing confusion Everything is way out of order Oh the surfer moves to the left Oh the surfer moves inwards Molecules of the wave going round Everything is way out of order