The clouds are really cheap
  The way I seen 'em through the forts
  Of which there is a half-a-dozen
  On the face of my resorts
  You wouldn't think I'd have too many
  Since I never cared for sports
  But I'm never really lonely
  In my Excentrifugul Forz
  
  There's always corla plankun
  Kim and me can play the blues
  And then I'll watch him buff that
  Tiny ruby that he use
  He'll straighten up his turban
  And inject a little ooze
  Along a one-celled Hammond organism
  Underneath my shoes
  
  And then I'll call pup tentacle
  I'll ask him how's his chin
  I'll find out how the future is
  Because that's where he's been
  His little feet got long and flexible
  And suckers fell right in
  The time he crossed the line
  From later on, the way back when