This is a... a number... we haven't done for a little while. Called "In The Humdrum"

I saw the man at J.F.K

He took your ticket yesterday

In the humdrum

In the humdrum

I ride tandem with a random

Things don't run the way I planned them

In the humdrum

In the humdrum

Hey Valentina, do you want me to beg?

You got me cooking, I'm a hard boiled egg

In the humdrum

In the humdrum

Empty my mind, I find it hard to cope

Listen to my heart, don't need no stethoscope

Seem' to me that television

She come to cut me a deep incision

In the humdrum

In the humdrum

Empty my mind, I find it hard to cope

Listen to my heart, don't need no stethoscope

Out of woman come the man

Spend the rest of his life getting back when he can

As a bow, so a dove

As below, so above

From the black hole come the tadpole

With the dark soul, in coal she burn

She burn as I drove into the sun

Do dare to look where I had begun

Lost among echoes of things not there

Watching the sound forming shapes in the air

From the white star, come the bright car

Our amoeba, my little liebe schoen

Liebe schoen!

From the white star, come the bright car

Our amoeba, my little liebe schoen

Liebe schoen