Mr. Griver, sits in his home

With the apes outside, that he doesn't condone

"I bet the evils are running 'round

They must be stopped, they must be found!"

Mr. Griver, what a shame, with the touchless touchers all in his brain

Now Mr. Griver, break the cage

Remove those wires, from your face!

"I bet the touchers are touching now, they must be stopped, they must be found!"

Touch me through my eyes

Make this civilized

Make me hypnotized

Touch me through my optics, now!