Album: other songs

The Wizard Of Menlo Park

Old Thomas Edison, mixing up the medicene, messing up time from Accrington to Amazon. See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying, "Play your funky drum!" Each jump in the dark, we claim as our own. We know it's a lie; We never acted alone. Each jump in the dark. Each jump in the dark. The machine became the star, reach for the bars. Poor Gus Dudgeton lying in his car. Down in the basement messing with the moment. Alchemy and elements, smashing up your instruments. Old Thomas Edison, mixing up the medicene, messing up time from Accrington to Amazon. See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying, "Play your funky drum!" A foot in the past, a head in a book. A soup of opinion and a ladle of luck. Each jump in the dark. Each jump in the dark. Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicene, messing up time from Accrington to Amazon. See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying, "Play your funky drum!" From starlight to flashlight. Takes a little time, but the contracts airtight. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The money's in the back but the needle's in the red.Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicene, messing up time from Accrington to Amazon. See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying, "Play your funky drum!"Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicene, messing up time from Accrington to Amazon. See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying, "Play your funky drum!"